How soon is too soonTo ask for her numberOr kiss her lips and hold her hand?How soon is too soonTo tell her I want her in my lifeFor as long as she will have me?If ‘too soon’ is now,I do not want to waitOr let this chance at happiness pass me by.Send me a sign, send me a reasonThat I should not wait another minuteTo tell her I want to love her as she should be loved.
I saw her again today and my heart leapt into my chest. I need to know that she'll be a safe place to land when I fall to pieces and that I’m not wasting my time and energy on her because I don’t give out my heart freely anymore. She’s been there when I have needed her the most, and all I want and need is to be able to do the same for her. I know that loving her is unconventional and, to most people, an impossible dream,...
When I think of herThe world fades away.I can feel her skydust eyesStaring deep inside my soul.I want to tell her everything Hidden inside my heartBut all I can do is stare in awe;My breath caught in my throat.She smiled, I meltedI am putty in her hands.It only took a winkA second of our timeAnd it was then I knewOur souls were meant to be.Promise me forever, I murmur And I will not want for anyone else.For she is the one...
"I'm in the pub, high on Pils,with some shades on.Tarted up,mini skirt,with my Choos on." Brilliant. My best yet. "Hear what I did there, Chloe?" "You changed the lyrics." "What of?" "23." "Excellent, Chloe. You're on trend." "Really, Steffanie? Maybe because you play it a hundred times a day." "My version's better. It's crazy like us." "Right." "Oh don't be like that, Chloe." "Sorry, bitch." She's not supposed to call me...
Steffanie's Micro TheaterScene One: I'm In Love With Her Characters and Costumes: SteffanieA petite, nineteen year old blonde. Dressed in a scruffy short denim skirt, black bomber jacket and black, military style boots. HazelA petite, nineteen year old redhead. Barefoot and dressed in a long, slightly revealing, flowing white dress. (Think classical Greek nymph.) Steffanie's MotherAn attractive, but rather dowdily dressed...
Oh bless her, my dear Hazel has nodded off with her head resting on my shoulder. I don't want to disturb her, so I'll stay where I am on the sofa and chat for a while with my Gran.It's been a hard day, and it's nice to relax at Gran's little bungalow and enjoy a long and lazy afternoon with her. It's so cosy here and she makes anyone feel at home with her warm and welcoming nature. This place is a sanctuary, not just for...
