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Feb 12, 2006 11:59:39 GMT -5
Post by Darktouch on Feb 12, 2006 11:59:39 GMT -5
Pierce sat at the middle table in the room. His pen moved across the page slowly as words flew from his mind. "Night after night, I cry in my sleep. Wishing so bad, your heart I could keep.
Just to have you, all to myself. And not have to share you, with anyone else.
Oh, what a wonderful, life that would be. Together forever, just you and me!"
ooc: note: i did not write this. it was found at best-love-poems.com
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Feb 14, 2006 18:32:47 GMT -5
Post by Darktouch on Feb 14, 2006 18:32:47 GMT -5
Pierce wrote several other poems and stood. He sighed, looking around the room. Where're all the ladies at? he wondered with a faint smile.
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Feb 14, 2006 18:38:31 GMT -5
Post by alana on Feb 14, 2006 18:38:31 GMT -5
alana walked into the room slowly and sat down, getting out her book and pen she just tried to sit quietly as she thought of something to write
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Feb 14, 2006 19:11:45 GMT -5
Post by Darktouch on Feb 14, 2006 19:11:45 GMT -5
Pierce shecked Alana out as she sat. Mmm, he thought. Cutie. Smiling faintly, he approached her. "Hello," he smiled. "I'm Pierce."
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Feb 14, 2006 19:13:50 GMT -5
Post by alana on Feb 14, 2006 19:13:50 GMT -5
she turned round to see who spoke "oh, um hi, I'm alana" she smiled back at him a little nervously
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Feb 14, 2006 19:22:15 GMT -5
Post by Darktouch on Feb 14, 2006 19:22:15 GMT -5
"I'm kinda new here," he said, sitting in the chair next to her. "Would you mindshowing me around after class?" He held her gaze.
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Feb 14, 2006 19:25:08 GMT -5
Post by alana on Feb 14, 2006 19:25:08 GMT -5
she smiled at him "um, yeah i guess that would be ok, do you have your timetable to your classes yet?" she asked him as she shut her book
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Feb 14, 2006 19:37:53 GMT -5
Post by Darktouch on Feb 14, 2006 19:37:53 GMT -5
"I'm in here, poems," Pierce pulled out his schedule. "Portraits in Art. Drama, dance..."
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Feb 14, 2006 19:43:20 GMT -5
Post by alana on Feb 14, 2006 19:43:20 GMT -5
she took it off him and looked at it "hmm, well i can show you around art i know that place well enough, yeah we can do all of this after class" she smiled as she handed back the paper "here you go" she looked down before turning back to the front, she had always been nervous around boys like that, yet how she could put up with her own brother she did not know
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Feb 14, 2006 19:43:27 GMT -5
Post by Spider Call on Feb 14, 2006 19:43:27 GMT -5
Ryan walked in to the class room pen and paper in his hand. He sat down and began writeing.
Little Angel
Up in heaven somewhere On her own soft fluffy cloud She lies above us watching She sits there oh so proud
Little angel sleeping She will awake someday For now she is in heaven The time willdrift away
Up in heaven somewhere On her own gentle breeze The little angel watches She will never really leave
She waits for you to join her As she knows you will someday She sits up there purring Thinking of you every day
As i sit beside her I whisper in her ear I tell her that you miss her And you love her oh so dear
Her green eyes look upon me With tears about to fall She tells me that she loves you And then she is no more
She sits in heaven once more She views us from above She sees the ones she lost She sees the ones she loved
The little angels watches She sees what we dont know There really is a truth to this Poppy will never go
By Emma Parker
Started December 15th Finished February 14th 2006
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Feb 14, 2006 19:44:56 GMT -5
Post by alana on Feb 14, 2006 19:44:56 GMT -5
ooc:very nice
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Feb 14, 2006 19:45:20 GMT -5
Post by Darktouch on Feb 14, 2006 19:45:20 GMT -5
Pierce smiled at her. She's a beauty, he thought.
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Feb 14, 2006 19:45:41 GMT -5
Post by Spider Call on Feb 14, 2006 19:45:41 GMT -5
ooc: thanks i wrote it for my mum....... because of well you know Poppy.........
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Feb 14, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -5
Post by alana on Feb 14, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -5
ooc:yea sorry to hear bout that
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Feb 14, 2006 19:49:57 GMT -5
Post by Spider Call on Feb 14, 2006 19:49:57 GMT -5
*blinks a bit* it was awful i always seem to know when things are abnout to happen. I was on the plane and i said to my cuz oh god something bad is going to happen aand i felt ill........ Couple of hours later my dad spoke to adam on phone and my dad said where is it now and i was like *cries* its poppy she is dead
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