Post by Mocking Bird on Apr 16, 2013 22:37:54 GMT -5
[iPod post...]
As if a storm had torn through Mocking, she sat at the edge of the lake, not a scratch touched her fair skin, but it was the inside. The sky was a dark color of mixing to the moonlight that could just light the dark sky. The pale moonlight poured onto the land like a pool of light that glistened off the lake. Her arms were around her knees and her knees up to her chest. Mocking's head laid on her arms looking to the right, she was frowning and she just didn't get it. Her stomach seem to boil like a hot liquid that made her feel sick.
Her neck felt hot with nervousness, she had waited for Jay, but he was lost, but her sadness seem to linger low about that, it was that angel, Seamus that made her lay here wondering. "What is wrong with me?" Mocking Bird whispered as her right hand dropped to make ripples in the pool below, the water was cold, but didn't sting. She then flopped back and looked up at the sky that was like a silhouette. Her body burned, but not of embarrassment, but of something else, not anger. There was something hidden in deep inside of her as she laid there.
She felt like a stone statue that couldn't move and her stomach seem to twist in knots. There was something there and she knew it. Why do I feel like this, I am I... No it couldn't be. Mocking thought twisting onto her stomach. Wondering if she was wrong about no and that it was yes.
As if a storm had torn through Mocking, she sat at the edge of the lake, not a scratch touched her fair skin, but it was the inside. The sky was a dark color of mixing to the moonlight that could just light the dark sky. The pale moonlight poured onto the land like a pool of light that glistened off the lake. Her arms were around her knees and her knees up to her chest. Mocking's head laid on her arms looking to the right, she was frowning and she just didn't get it. Her stomach seem to boil like a hot liquid that made her feel sick.
Her neck felt hot with nervousness, she had waited for Jay, but he was lost, but her sadness seem to linger low about that, it was that angel, Seamus that made her lay here wondering. "What is wrong with me?" Mocking Bird whispered as her right hand dropped to make ripples in the pool below, the water was cold, but didn't sting. She then flopped back and looked up at the sky that was like a silhouette. Her body burned, but not of embarrassment, but of something else, not anger. There was something hidden in deep inside of her as she laid there.
She felt like a stone statue that couldn't move and her stomach seem to twist in knots. There was something there and she knew it. Why do I feel like this, I am I... No it couldn't be. Mocking thought twisting onto her stomach. Wondering if she was wrong about no and that it was yes.
