Post by caldeonia on Jan 4, 2010 22:59:39 GMT -5
And so I cried my pink tears
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As I saw your blood drain from you motionless body
[/font][/color][/center]The greenhouse. Would be better if it were pink. A sigh escaped from clear glossed lips, as eyes took in her surroundings. She was alone, blissfully alone in this hell hole they called a home. She wanted her own home, something you would never hear pass her lips. Her mother, she hated, her father she couldn't stand. The only person in this world she did love was her twin sister Indigo. But even now she wanted no one with her. Alone was what she was searching for. As if it were a human being she could talk to. Instead, she sat on a bench shrouded by large leaves, knees tucked to her stomach, as lean arms wrapped around her legs. Another sigh, another eye roll to the heavens. Home. What was the meaning of the word. The saying "Home is where the heart is" came to mind. And yet, her heart was a wandering thing, always wanting to explore new things, go new places. And yet, she couldn't. For here she was stuck. Maybe she didn't want to be alone after all. Maybe she wanted someone to walk through those doors and actually talk to her. She may get a bit mean and sarcastic. But she wouldn't bite. Hard.
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