showing off shit
Her small, dainty palms fanned across the glass of her window. The frost receded from the tiny
hands warmth. She leaned forward, deep gray staining the window as she breathed. Her wide forest
hues looked past the window, mesmerized. So much that she didn?t realize her nose was touching
the glass until she felt an uncomfortable burning sensation from the cold. Still she didn't
pull away. Her breathing sped up as she began to feel that maybe she was doing something wrong,
something she would get yelled for. Still she watched she couldn't help it. She watched all the
time. Most nights she sat here watching.
Beneath her second story window on the pavement bathed the in golden glow of the street
lamps stood the young couple. The girl was lovely, fair white skin with light hair to match.
Her blue eyes lingered on the boy holding both her hands in his and spinning her in loving
circles. She was wrong. Wrong for him. She was too locked up, he needed a girl that was open,
spilling her heart all over the floor, thought the little girl in the window. The boy was the
real work of art here. Long brown locks tied up in a ponytail, flawless strands hanging so
innocently about his face. His cobalt eyes bore into the girl as he pulled her close.
The little one stood on her tip-toes. This is the part she waited for. She loved
the way he looked at the blonde girl. Like she mattered. Like he wouldn't forget her in
the morning. That's why they loved him, though the child. He looks at them all different. Like
snowflakes. The evenings snowflake would no doubt return home feeling that she had a tiny piece
of his heart. She did. They all did. The little girl smiled at that thought, after all this
little one had the biggest part of his heart.
He never knew she did this. With the lights out in her room she was all but invisible
in the shadows. She knew she could not be seen. The boy leaned forward to kiss the snowflake,
his arms releasing her hands to slide up her arms to her shoulders. Before they kissed, her
turned and looked dead at the second story window, and smiled up lovingly at his precious little one.
The little girl watched him pull back from the girl and say a goodnight without kisses.
The small girl cursed herself and cross the room to the small bed. How unfair. How did he see
her? Her head reeled and she laid down, please don't let him come.
i wrote this a few months ago. It's not very good. It's more of a stepping stone for starting to write again :)
and i made this thing a few days ago
hands warmth. She leaned forward, deep gray staining the window as she breathed. Her wide forest
hues looked past the window, mesmerized. So much that she didn?t realize her nose was touching
the glass until she felt an uncomfortable burning sensation from the cold. Still she didn't
pull away. Her breathing sped up as she began to feel that maybe she was doing something wrong,
something she would get yelled for. Still she watched she couldn't help it. She watched all the
time. Most nights she sat here watching.
Beneath her second story window on the pavement bathed the in golden glow of the street
lamps stood the young couple. The girl was lovely, fair white skin with light hair to match.
Her blue eyes lingered on the boy holding both her hands in his and spinning her in loving
circles. She was wrong. Wrong for him. She was too locked up, he needed a girl that was open,
spilling her heart all over the floor, thought the little girl in the window. The boy was the
real work of art here. Long brown locks tied up in a ponytail, flawless strands hanging so
innocently about his face. His cobalt eyes bore into the girl as he pulled her close.
The little one stood on her tip-toes. This is the part she waited for. She loved
the way he looked at the blonde girl. Like she mattered. Like he wouldn't forget her in
the morning. That's why they loved him, though the child. He looks at them all different. Like
snowflakes. The evenings snowflake would no doubt return home feeling that she had a tiny piece
of his heart. She did. They all did. The little girl smiled at that thought, after all this
little one had the biggest part of his heart.
He never knew she did this. With the lights out in her room she was all but invisible
in the shadows. She knew she could not be seen. The boy leaned forward to kiss the snowflake,
his arms releasing her hands to slide up her arms to her shoulders. Before they kissed, her
turned and looked dead at the second story window, and smiled up lovingly at his precious little one.
The little girl watched him pull back from the girl and say a goodnight without kisses.
The small girl cursed herself and cross the room to the small bed. How unfair. How did he see
her? Her head reeled and she laid down, please don't let him come.
i wrote this a few months ago. It's not very good. It's more of a stepping stone for starting to write again :)
and i made this thing a few days ago