WeepingWisteria

The blades turn yellow In the angry summer sun Everything decays

Let fate wait knocking For fate just bends to your will The power is yours Sorry! Is this better? I tend to get carried away... :(

Trust tomorrow comes Even if you know it won't And death is next door

Don't know how to read My name's Jared; I'm nineteen No one taught me how I am so sorry, but not sorry at all.

Nothing but bubbles In this blood-red sea of death This gory typhoon

Wait for the hushed pause Hold your breath, lest you miss it The beautiful dawn

None can see it there The twisting patterns of scars The pain in your eyes

Soft words unspoken Hands entwined, feet entangled Love behind closed doors

I leave, my head bare I don't return, my clothes torn I'm gone, free for now

Child's appreciation Warm hands, smiling parents A house full of love

Malvis woke up, groaning. "Not again." She stood up, took the rickety wooden chair she was tied to, and slammed it against the ground. It shattered on impact, leaving her ...

Cyra laughed, four arms crossed across her rock-solid chest. "Y'all punks really want to test me today." She stepped forward, her towering form casting a sharp shadow over her tormentors. ...

It was her governess she saw first. The same stern bun and angry face that made her panic, that made the back of her hands throb. Then it was her ...

(That awkward moment when none of your characters have gone to school.) Saturn and Neptune sat there, pinkies intertwined. Both brothers were silent, Neptune sniffling occasionally. "They're going to

Malvis covered her mouth, her chest shaking with laughter. Her mismatched eyes sparkled with mirth. Estella Fay grinned beside her, their hands intertwined. "I told you I could get you ...