Old and stale from salty tears my pages lie in yellowing splendor. Though I am aged and weathered, my spine a broken stroke, I can remember everything you've ever trusted to my confidences and can say with a clear conscience that I have kept them safe. The pattern of a spring time scene upon my skin has long since been ripped and wrinkled but you and I remember it well seeing as it became a warm and familiar symbol to us both.
Come to me, dear broken child, and I will take your fears and hide them deep between your written lines of tragedy parallel to a Shakespearean script. I remain locked as to safeguard every secret stimulating truth about the parts of your soul I treasure up. I understand you, sweet girl, I have compassion on your naive tender heart. To listen to you is my pleasure for you are what gives me purpose in this world.
Forget me not, precious princess, for I will always be here to hold your heart in my safe and gentle grasp. When it seems there is no where to turn I promise I will be here, open as ever, to keep your trust as none other can. I will always understand.
About Me
- Mz. Fickle
- Just consider me the girl next door.... but add in a few minor eccentric compulsions. I'm a runner. (bet you didn't guess that from the page name eh?) Running's just a hobby though: I'm mostly the fruity drama geek you can find at every audition for sappy costumed theater. Other than my vehemence for layers upon layers of make-up while under bright blinding lime light, I like to write.
1 comment:
Nice opening line on this one. But I'm still trying to figure out who the heck you are. 14, runs, likes drama, writes well, definitely knows about the green tile walls. Wait! You're not TN are you? That's my best guess. or SH?
Shoot. Next time you're over at my blog, drop me another clue, as I seem to be rather clueless.
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