Another poem سے طرف کی me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have آپ seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have آپ seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
Book cover :)
I had saved Bruno's life. He knew it was too dangerous to be on a mounain, he teleported to the Apache Junction. Unknowing where we were, we camped out. We heard someone walking outside and when we walked out, it was Apache Indians. They started talking, they were speaking Indian so we couldn't tell what they were saying. Bruno threw red circles at their necks, and when they landed, they started speaking english. One of them کہا " Why are آپ here? This is the Junction! Get Out!" Me and Bruno looked at each other. We ran as fast as we could, but, I wasn't fast enough. They grabbed me سے طرف کی the hair and pulled me away. Luckily, Bruno put his hand in the bon-fire and threw the آگ کے, آگ at the indians. The ran away with so much fear, they fell off a cliff. Bruno grabbed my hand until the reached a forest, there was a small waterfall سے طرف کی the forest.
Okay, so I'm writing a book on www.FanFiction.net, and it's about the Sookie Stackhouse Novels سے طرف کی Charlaine Harris, its a پرستار fiction, so I dont want to make publicity out of it, I just want ppl to read it, and tell me what they think!
So, if آپ have time on your hands, and آپ wanna read what I wrote (which has vampires and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what آپ think in تبصرہ if آپ have a پرستار fiction account, if not tell me what آپ think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good یا not...thanks for reading this and hopefully u follow the link!
LINK:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5685042/1/A_Offer_A_Sookie_Stackh...vel
So, if آپ have time on your hands, and آپ wanna read what I wrote (which has vampires and werewolves, and shapeshifters, witches, etc. (like in the actual series)) then follow this link, and tell me what آپ think in تبصرہ if آپ have a پرستار fiction account, if not tell me what آپ think down below this! Please do so, I really wanna know if its good یا not...thanks for reading this and hopefully u follow the link!
LINK:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5685042/1/A_Offer_A_Sookie_Stackh...vel
Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open یا closed out?
Would آپ let the air in if آپ had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to love and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to love sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet love so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
Is your window open یا closed out?
Would آپ let the air in if آپ had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to love and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to love sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet love so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
