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Among SheetsHere you are, sprawled out between the sheets.
Fast asleep, I slowly crawl on the edges,
Carful not to wake you.
The sunrise is coming beautifully and shines its light through the shades,
Making sunlit lines on your face,
Revealing more beauty than in the dark.
I close my eyes and move towards you - a girl in a drunken trance,
Still trying to be stealthy.
You move and jitter at the creeks,
And I cringe at them and move even slower, which only makes it worse.
Here I am, body pressed against the surface like a young predator,
Practicing her stealth.
Slowly, I creep closer and closer to you,
Blind to my surroundings.
I want your
I Want Your NumberI had to find a creative way to say it,
Because my mind would never allow me to.
Without crying at least...
I had to find a sweet way to say it,
Because my blunt nature would've ruined it.
Or made it quite funny...I don't know.
I had to find a short way to say it,
Because writing a full explanation would've been similar to reading a college essay;
Long and overdrawn in order to reach the page requirement.
I had to find a confident way to say it,
Because looking at my feet and twirling my hair wouldn't have been effective.
It would've been irritating as hell.
Perhaps I've been too hard on myself,
That I didn't have the confidence
ShatteredI am the Twin Towers after the attack,
And I once stood tall, high above the clouds.
And the world has made it a goal to strike me down,
Crumbling to the ground.
Now, all you see is debris,
Shattered glass clinging onto the window frame.
I want you to restore my glass,
To when I was tall and when I had fame.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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