LassieBob

 The whispers are muttered audibly- But only to me, in all honesty; They’re a type of secret prophecy That torture me with ferocity. Maybe they’re why I’m no conversationalist. Or perhaps, it’s why I’m a perfectionist. Ha, that’s a lie- I’m just a con-artist Painting the world like a friendly psychologist. The words from my heart are optimistic The words from my mouth are realistic But the words in my head are terroristic- So I guess you could say I’m pessimistic.

The mirror I look in is cloudy today How do I know who to be this way? I'm in a panic, a loss, a frizz- How can I know what's mine what's his? There's a line that we have drawn, Long ago was our last song. These are the days where I stand tall, This is the day that he will call. Who they see is mighty- No question ever slightly. She smiles with no emotion, Unaffected by life's cruel potion. But the mirror sees my falling It hears my morbid calling. Yet to him it'll never show, What only the mirror and I will know.

        I giggle to myself as I watch Rat walk happily out of the donut shop, contentedly licking sprinkles off his fingers.        Lee is carrying two boxes of jelly filled donuts, and I smile softly as him and Joe quarrel playfully.        I walk out of the shop behind them, thinking silently to myself about what was awaiting us.        Mickey suddenly appears at my side, grudgingly carrying another box of donuts. He grunts quietly, and my gaze flickers over to him.        “So…”        His voice is husky and captivating, and I see him staring nonchalantly ahead.       “Is there a type of, I don’t k

There is a life waiting to bloom It is a hope, a dream. I have faith- In the sun and moon, I have evidence of things unseen. There is a life lingering behind It is my mistakes, my pain. I have memories that once shined, I have memories of clouds and rain. I would cry and I would laugh I will rise and I will fall But who I was, who I will be- They aren't of importance to me. A past and future must fall away They aren't who I am today. Being alive shows who is inside- For the point, is that I am.

As I looked up from my spot on the couch I noticed that he was watching me. He caught my eye, and smiled from the kitchen table. I felt myself blush and look away. Waiting was something I had always hated in my past, but with him it was effortless. I knew he was worth it. I turned back to my book as the steady sound of his pencil against the paper resumed. While I let my eyes scan the page in front of me I realized I couldn't focus. All my body was on alert, but it wasn't because of the story in front of me- it was the story that  could be. Shutting my book I leaned back against the cushion and closed my eyes. Instantly I saw him, smirking,

    I remember the day I met the love of my life almost like a dream.  I was quite taken by surprise, not really comprehending what was going on. And to be completely honest, I refused to believe that he could be interested in me. I thought it was just a silly game he was playing.     Why?  Well, one reason could possibly be that I found my soulmate in a movie star.    Jared Tool was considered the best actor of the century. Lots of people said so- Magazines, young teenage girls, talk-show hosts. He was also voted the hottest man in the U.S. a few years ago. I had seen him in the first movie he was ever in, and I'll admit that he was