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It's a story about a next door neighbors two sons. They pretty much were not allowed out of the house to have a life of their own. To my knowledge they still live at home with their 80 year old parents. It's safe to say it's too late now for them to start living.
In life there is always hope, many changes, many reasonings of one's heart. It is the spirit of life that allows us to grow and the helping hand of another that sometimes gives us strength.
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
In her mind she sometimes reverts,
back to the past that deeply hurts.
Creeping into her precious mind,
like those hand's underneath her skirt.
A new day has dawned,
and the sun's on its rise.
The stars fade elegantly,
while the night ebbs away.
My school required me to write an essay titled:
Why I Would Visit South Africa.
Comments, suggestions, ratings appreciated, man!
Written by 17yr old girl
when love visit, it gently makes its way to the heart
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I attempted gentleness in this story, in presenting affection, loss, regret, joy of living... Do let me know if I did succeed.
Short Story | Updated Nov 13, 2006 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2