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Just another love songTurned back sheets, and an empty bed. His towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The kitchen chair still pulled out from when he'd sat there. An empty house.
This must be love, cause its really got a hold on me she thought. She couldn't stop thinking about him. His presence lingered in the room as she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the place hed lain the night before. She missed him already, even though he'd just left.
A cell phone on a table, lighting up as it rings. Socked feet running on hardwood floors. A smile flashes as she answers. He smiles in turn as she picks up. People waiting at a bus station, snow falling from the sky. Her face in the snow covered window as the bus pulls away.
Who am I to believe in love? But this seemed to be it. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him pull up to the curb in his car. She jogged over and got in.
Sorry that you had to come all the way out here. I wouldve picked you up at home
Office 18"Have a seat, please." the man offered, waving at the chairs in front of his desk.
I pulled one out, noticing that it was wicker. It creaked uncomfortably as I sat down, leaving me with the vague feeling that it was going to fall apart at any minute. Glancing around, I realized all the chairs in the small office were made of wicker.
The man went around the desk, creakily sitting down in his own wicker chair. He had black sunglasses on, Matrix-style, even though it was quite dark inside with the lights off and the blinds closed. His black hair was gelled up in haphazard spikes, and he wore an outrageously patterned hawaiian shirt. Bare breasted women danced the hula amidst glaringly coloured tropical flowers. A thick tuft of chest hair was visible at his collar and a cheesy gold chain with a sparkling upside down pentagram hung from his neck.
He set his feet up on the desk - feet in socks and sandals no less - and he leaned back.
"So you want a job?" he asked.
I nodded, "Yes, I saw your
Fall Winds September is a month when it's easy to forget that the Summer is gone. It's a month that teases you with hot sunny days like those from July or August, and then soaks you in chilly rain two days later. It's when those chill, cloudy days become the norm, and that a day anywhere above 20 Celcius is a warm day, that you finally realize that those hot Summer days are done for the year, and Fall is come.
Sheryl loved the Fall. The air was crisp and clear, and she loved the smell of fallen leaves. Her curly brown hair would flip about in the breeze as she walked down the street, basking in the knowledge that Fall was finally here to stay. She broke out her favorite bulky sweaters, putting away her summer dresses, and would don one of many colourful scarves that she had knit during the deep of Winter.
The one thing she didn't like about Fall, however, was the eve
This isThis is me not caring.
(I dont know how anymore)
This is me wishing things away.
(Wounds in my heart)
This is me wishing things as they were.
(It was better back then)
This is me pretending everything is fine.
(Its about to fall apart)
This is me trying.
(Not very hard I admit)
This is me failing.
(Saw that coming)
This is me picturing the unspeakable.
(Always in the back of my mind)
This is me being hopeless.
(Ran out long ago)
This is me crying in the dark.
(No one must see the tears)
This is me smiling broken smiles.
(Pieces in my hands)
This is me.
(Where did I go?)
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