lilypop
He was gone. She looked to her left, as her fleeting shadow faded in the afternoon twilight. She felt his eyes piercing into her bare back, she felt his stare digging into her soul. But she was all alone, and he was long gone.
I dare you to remember your first day of high school. The people, the faces. All the hugs with your best friends, and the awkward side glances at the new students. I dare you to go back to your days as kings and queens of the world. Back when you were invincible. When the world was your oyster and “you could do anything you put your mind to.” I dare you to remember the people you once made promises to. Remember the ones you kept, and the ones you thought you’d forgotten. Remember your glory days. Because I’m about to begin mine.
I dare you to remember your first day of high school. The people, the faces. All the hugs with your best friends, and the awkward side glances at the new students/ I dare you to go back to your days as kimngs and queen of the world. Back when you were invincible. When the world was your oyster and "you could do anything you put your mind to." I dare you to remember the people you once made promises to. Remember the ones you kept, and the ones you thought you'd forgotten. Remember your glory days. Because I'm about to begin mine.
Sometimes, I feel trapped in my own mind. I am trapped without any hope of escaping, for I broke the lock, yet I've lost the key.
She looked towards the window, praying for inspiration. She took it all in, the tire swing tied to the tree, no doubt centuries old; the cluster of mailboxes, in a tight line at the side of the road. She remembered the days of her youth, when she and her friends had trapped birds in them, dreaming of training them to send secret messages from one little girl to another. But those days were gone. She had been caught in a trap of her own making, and now she paid the price.
It was the icing on the cake-literally. Her dress had been dry cleaned and was hanging in the doorway, her shoes hand picked from thousands of choices and sitting beside her chair, her cake had been iced and decorated to perfection. But it still wasn't right.
her braid hung non-chalontly over her shoulder, reaching the small of her back. It swayed with the wind, the beautiful golden locks shone in the sunshine. I have never loved so much than in that moment.