Young Writers Society

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.

First Impression: Hmm...not quite a story this one. It sounds like a monologue by soem love struck teenager and that's about it. It does have some emotion courtesy of said monologue and it flows decently well...not the easiest to figure out because it is kind of a large block of text it makes enough sense I think.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Your eyes so beautiful scared like a storm, threatening the lives of many. Your emotions run deep, I could get lost, yet so fragile, I wouldn’t dare to touch. I yearn for taste of your soft tender lips, to be touching mine and only mine, for your hands warm and shaking, to be wrapped around me with a tightening grip, that wont let go, not in this lifetime, not even in the next, not ever. I don’t need to meet you, cause I know you, I know you better then you know yourself, although I can not tell you, its plain to see that I’m in love. I cant help the way I feel, I wish I could tell you, its not hard or anything, but I know you don’t want me. I know it, but its that, of which makes me hold on longer. It knowing that there may be a chance. It makes me hold on, it tells me, you can change his mind, you can have him, you can help him. But how do help someone, when you cant even help yourself. I know I shouldn’t love you, I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. I care more than anybody could ever possibly care. I care beyond a sea of graves, beyond this lifetime, beyond the stars, but you don’t know. You mustn’t, and you cant….