Unexpected Eventsmeh, third part of a series i was writting, i think i'll stop writting it....Unexpected Events
Part II Inviting strangerPart IIPart II Inviting stranger
I walked to the luggage claiming area. As usual you wait around for a long time for the luggage to appear. During that time you become more aware of what’s going on. You would notice the man with the bulbous nose or the girl with too much makeup. I found it kind of interesting and still do to look at people, just stand back and watch their quirks. I looked at the attractive girl from South Africa. She was pretty, but not in the sense that, she had a nice ass or her breasts were too big. It was more like She had a cute way abou
Part I The DeparturePart IPart I The Departure
I arrived at the airport at twelve pm. It was a bright day, blue skies, it was the perfect start to my new life. I walked in and sat down on the cold metal mesh benches at John F Kennedy memorial airport. An hour or so later my dad finally arrived, my mom tried to move out of the way as to not make anything uncomfortable. I hugged and kissed my grandmother a few times, this was a treat for her since I rarely would show physical emotion to people in my family. My dad tried to talk to me and give me his advice, but i carelessly disregarded it. &n
The Best Thing I Can Domy mind is at rest my life is at its best my heart is burning bright but i can never stay these things will go away and fade away into the night just like beforeThe Best Thing I Can Do
the best thing i can do to hold on to you is to keep on dreaming the night\'s getting late i must return to fate and keep on dreaming
its so fake its real so much i can feel the dream can not linger on the sun begins to rise the moon slowly dies in the end you\'ll be gone just like last night
the best thing i can do to hold on to you
Sheets and Shadows of SinYour skin like porcelain against mine, Is more than I can bare. Your hands tightly gripping my hips, Is what I love. Surrounded by your cotton sheets, I'm bound to you. We know it's wrong, But as your crimson lips with a hint of innocence, Travel farther down my pale skin, There's no stopping. Your finger tips leave marks on my skin, Playing as a final card in my deck of virginity. Our breathing is the only thing audible, As you take me farther and farther, I lose control. I look up to see your sparkling eyes, The rest of your body bathed in a darkSheets and Shadows of Sin
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It's a Fine Day, People Open Windows. They leave their houses, just for a short walk. They walk by their car, they look at the sky. Its going to be a fine night tonight, it's going to be a fine day tomarrow.
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