Aspects of LoveThere are two pairs of long intertwined hands Hand to hand, thought to thought, and heart to heart Grasping each other on warm glowing sands Tis easy to end, but was hard to start But neither would want this warm love to end t bloomed and blossomed like flowers in spring So much time together, much more to spend Excitement jumps up when the phone does ring At times the hurt heart seems about to fail Secrets are brought to surface, there is pain But once all is accepted, love takes sail Now nothing more than happiness to gain What doesn't kill you will make you stronger &nAspects of Love
PrefaceDear Diary, Hello. My name is Angelique Le’Amour. I’m seventeen, and I live in a small town in northern California. I usually start off new diary entries like this, because I tend to write in diaries as if someone were to read them. So, Diary, please bear with me. I am French by descent (hence my last name), but in actuality I am a pure bred 21st century American. I usually go by the name Angel, because I think Angelique sounds too old fashioned. I decided to start a diary, because I want to start writing a book. In a diary I usually don’t use paragraphs, so sorry to any English teachers or any English teacher-like people who readPreface
Another Rainy DayDrip, drip, drip. The rain fell off the tip of her wings. Her hair clung to her face as she stood on her balcony watching the rain fall around her. Her eyes had darkened. Everyone had said she had beautiful eyes; dark gray-blue, light green, then a dark orange around the pupil. She looked over the edge of the balcony, her shirt and pants clinging to her cold, pale skin. Only a ten story drop, she thought to herself, only ten stories. “I only want to scare him, nothing more,” she whispered to herself. She spread her black wings, shaking the majority of water off her feathers. As she folded her wiAnother Rainy Day
Just 'Cause I'm Different“I’ve had another dream.” “Well, why don’t you tell me what it is.” She sighed heavily. “All right, let me try to explain it.” She closed her eyes and attempted to relax her body along the length of the couch. “Just relax and tell me about your dream as if it were happening right now. Use present tense instead of past when telling me your dream.” He set his pad of paper on his lap; his pen was ready in his hand. “Well my dream was a bit disturbing, I must warn you.” She shuddered slightly thinking of the dream she had had the night before. “That’s all right. I’ve heard plenty of distJust 'Cause I'm Different
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