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Hi, my name is Azaleah
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 | That's Life part 4 |
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 4.5 with 2 vote(s)
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| Created: 2005-11-12 17:20:46 |
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Azaleah wondered about Ash all that day. He was good looking: Loz had been right, he was her type but... looks could be deciving after all...
She walked into her first lesson, English. She enjoyed the subject and...Ash walked in. Azaleah didn't look up, playing it cool, but it was hard with Loz and Fey and Kitty giving her looks out of the corners of their eyes. She just raised one eyebrow at them and stayed silent. Again he didn't even look at her.
The lesson progressed. Poetry. They where to write a poem on anything they liked. Unusual, as it was usually a set subject that they had to write about but hs eseized the opportunity gladly. She wrote about the wind. The one that the night sky ran away from. She only just finished it in time when their teacher, Miss.Hill, asked for them to stop. "Let's see," she said, "we have a bit of time left so who can we have to read their poem to the class. You, Ash, if you would please?"
Ash who had been sitting cooly in his seat read aloud from his book;
"You can’t hurt me,
I’m already dead,
Ignoring these,
Thoughts in my head.
Not physically dead,
But dead inside.
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide.
My broken heart
My mournful sigh
You just look,
And wonder why….
Why I won’t speak,
Why I just stare.
Do you know?
Do you even care?
Loneliness
Fills me with dread.
But you can’t touch me.
I’m already dead."
Wow, was all Azaleah could think then. A good poet and good-looking. He was already soaring upwards in her admiration of him- because- it was only admiration wasnt it?
~I didnt actually write this poem by the way. It was written by a 24 yr old bloke who didnt say his name on a website on msn~ |
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