Regretful Love She was broken And the locket round her neck was a token, A token of her happiness Before the times were filled with bitterness. Her eyes filled with tears, Tears that had been kept in over the years She still adored him, Only the memory would make her eyes brim. The tears like acid, reminding her of when she was passive. But now she is broken and her heart hasn't a single glimmer of hope. Now she regrets how she and him didn't elope.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you- Suzanne Collins, the hunger games
When Will I Meet Someone Who Is Perfect?! How do we suspect, That some is perfect? When do we place an inspection, to look for someone who is perfection? Millionaires and Populars galore, Or celebrities we all adore. How do we suspect someone who is perfect? When do we place an inspection, to look for someone who is perfection? Who are we to judge? When nobody knows what perfection even means.