i told you NOT to play w fire.
She was wearing a look of disdain on her face.
her forhead, knotted into a deep frown, her eyes lit up in an indignant glow.
she pursed her lips; there was a slight sneer at the corner of her mouth.
finally, she spoke.
"i told you not to play w fire.
you should have known better than to pick up that glowing splint.
now, you only have painful scars and gaping wounds to show for all the mistakes you’ve made. why are you always so obstinate. you should have listened to me.
now, your ignorance, and your naiveity has cost you everything
all you know how to do is lie that pool of blood of yours,
in the corner of the room where nobody knows you, and nobody cares.
stupid girl, when are you ever going to learn that
enough. IS enough?
and NEVER to play w fire? "
March 14th, 2007 at 7:01 am
WOW..
you feeling ok??
sense some steam in the verses above..
but great writing..
albeit a little on the heavy kohl and white foundation side..
cheers
March 18th, 2007 at 6:52 am
Hehe. Ur writing style much like mine. Difference is i dotn post it online. Love ur term glowing splint. Literary candy babe.