"I'd like a room please," Nick tells the front escrivaninha, mesa clerk. The old lady give both of us a look over and bolsa her lips then rolls her eyes.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady won't be able to read my lips, "My mom and dad are gonna know if the car is missing," I whisper yell.
"Shit," he says.
"And I have school tomorrow, their gonna know if I skip another day," I add.
"So now you’re saying you want to go home?"
I hang my head, "No, I don't. I just don't want to get in trouble, again," I mumble.
"Are you two gonna get this show on the road or what?" the old lady demands.
We both look at her, annoyed and turn back around to finish our conversation; "I'll call them," I get to the conclusion.
"Are you sure?" he asks, segundo guessing my statement.
"I don't know what I'm gonna say to them, but yeah, I'm sure," I tell him, nodding my head then smiling.
"Are you done now?" the old fart asks, her lips pursed.
Nick hands her the paperwork and his credit card. In a few mais segundos we have our key and are checking into the room on the segundo floor.
"Well, at least the rooms are nicer than the front desk," I say, as he turns the light on and closes the door behind us.
"That cama looks so comfortable," he purrs in my ear.
"Looks like the one that Mr. cotovia almost raped me on," I say, turning in his arms.
The tears start streaming and Nick sighs, "Gracie, it's okay, I'm here," he tries to sooth me.
I stay in his arms for a few segundos waiting till all my tears come out and then I wipe my eyes, "I'm okay," I tell him.
"Sure?" he asks, still holding me.
"Positive," I say and lean up to press my lips to his.
His hands trail down to my butt and he hikes my legs up around his waist to walk us towards the bed. He lies down on me and trails his lips down my neck as I stretch my neck so he'll have enough room.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and instead, embrulho, envoltório my arms around his back to pull his camisa up and over his head. I trail one finger up his back to the back of his head as his lips find mine again. His right hand trails up under my camisa from the hem of my pants to my breast and he unbuttons my bra. Since its strapless he just pulls it off and throws it on the floor and pulls my camisa up and over my head. The cold bedspread shoots through every nerve on my body as Nick's lips hit every part of my chest; over my nipple, above my breast, down my stomach, in my belly button and then his fingers are trailing down the zipper on my pants. He stands up from the cama and pulls each pant leg off one por one, until their on the floor. He comes to lay back on me but I stand up and watch Nick's eyes smile at me. He doesn't say anything like I suspect him to have, but just watches me as I touch my freezing hand to his stomach and down under his pants and boxers. I pull them both down to the floor and then his hand reaches over to the cama to pull the sheets down, then up to my face and he pushes me back onto the bed. I can feel his penis through my underpants, ejaculation suco, suco de smearing all over them. His fingers trail down my back to my butt and he quickly slips them off, his hand cupping my butt cheek. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me and then he kisses my mouth before I can udder a sound. He pushes ever so lightly on his pelvis and that's when the numbness strikes through me. His tongue slips through his mouth onto my lips and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I can feel our nipples touch and his penis enter farther into me. My lips then stop moving and I can't mover anything on my body; We're not using a condom. We've always used a condom. What if he gets me pregnant? His sperm is already in me, I could be pregnant . . . I could be pregnant. Nick notices that I haven't moved an inch and his lips pull away from mine;
"What is it?" he asks, subtle but annoyed.
"Condom," I utter.
His shoulders drop, "Fuck," he whispers loud enough that I heard him.
He pulls out of me and rolls over to the other side of the bed, his breathing making me nervous.
"I can't get pregnant," I say.
"I know Grace; don't you think I know that? I've already knocked up one girl, I can't knock you up too," he yells.
"I'm sorry," I mumble.
"Don't," he says, looking over at me then his eyes open wide and he smiles, "my wallet," he says, getting up, baring all that he has in front of me and he searches for his wallet in his pants. I sit up in the cama with the covers up around my chest. He's turned around so that I can see his perfectly molded butt. He turns around with a little round package in his hand and a smile on his face.
"How old is that thing?" I ask, looking at the package, it's torn edges and a small hole in the middle.
"A few months," he says.
"Are you sure it's seguro to use?" I ask.
He opens up the package and pulls the condom out, shows me that there isn't any holes in it and I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
"I gotta pee, babe," he says with no embarrassment and he pads away to the bathroom. I lay back on the pillows and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his pee hit the toilet. I didn't hear him come back out, but in second’s time, the covers are pulled down and his legs are on either side of me and his lips back on mine.
I trail my finger down his stomach as his finger trails down my back. It's as if my fingers have a mind of their own because as soon as I know it, they've trailed up his chest, down his shoulder and are now enrolados in his fingers.
"We get to sleep together," I whisper to him, smiling.
"I know," he says and I look up at his face, his smiling beautiful, scruffy face.
I untangle my fingers from his and turn my head onto his shoulder.
"You're such a little dork, Grace," he says, smiling.
"I know," I smile, raising my hand up to his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his little prickles.
"I amor your would-be-beard," I say, trailing my hand down his chest and resting it on his heart.
"I amor your little freckles," he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheeks.
"I amor your hair," I say, ruffling his ringlets.
"I amor your smile, it makes me smile," he says and I smile, enforcing a smile on his face.
"I amor your hands," I say, tracing each of his fingers to the end.
"I amor your lips," he purrs, tracing my lips around and around with one finger and then he exchanges his finger for his lips. He slowly rolls back on topo, início of me and spreads his legs over me. I break away from his lips;
"We can't have sex again," I pant.
"Why not? I still have the condom on," he informs me.
"Is that safe?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't it be? It would just like taking a break for a few minutes, which we did and we're going back at it," he says embarrassment ringing in his voice. I kiss his mouth and pull my legs around his waist.
I wake up laced around Nick's body and his head on my shoulder, a little stream of drool down my chest. I look over on the bedside table, the clock leitura 8:23 a.m. Good, no excuse to go to school, thank God. It's a shame we don't have any mais condoms, it would be nice to feel numb like I did all through last night. I trail my hand down Nick's side making him shiver. I start beijar his neck and his eyes flitter open to land on mine. I smile shyly at him and look down at my wandering hands around his stomach.
"It’s so nice waking up to you," he says, sounding like he cut himself short.
"I’m glad you’re here too," I tell him, scooting closer towards him.
I put my arms around his body and pull him closer to me. I kiss his neck around his collarbone area as he pulls me even closer into him. I watch his eyes close as he cuddles his head into the nook of my shoulder. He lets me kiss his neck for the time being until his hands started rubbing my bare back, so vigorously that I think it almost left imprints of his fingerprints. I let my lips fall from his neck, they travel down his chest where they eventually land. Nick's hands wander from my back to my shoulders where he massages them and eventually get them down and around my breasts. I kiss back up to his lips and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. One of his hands moves down to my thigh and he hikes it around his waist. His other hand that was keeping my breast warm moved slowly and seductively up my side and cupped around my cheek. His beijar became mais even and loving instead of sexual and horny. He maneuvers his weight and mine so that he's lying completely on the cama with me on topo, início of him. His lips stop moving and his hands lay securely in the middle of my back. His eyes look deep into mine and a smile plays at his lips;
"You are the cutest damn thing I have ever been around," he says, pulling his large hand into my peripheral vision.
"Your pretty hot yourself, Nick," I tell him, fingering his chest up and down.
He arches his head back and to the side, moaning in the pleasure. I caress his skin back up to his face and hold my hand onto his scruffy cheek. I kiss under his chin and play with his ear and sideburn, disturbing the little hairs up and down.
"Only you can make that feel like magic," he whispers, his face still turned sideways, his lips barely moving.
With my other hand, I reach behind my back and grab one of his hands; I put it on my shoulder blade and lay my head on his shoulder, my face turned towards his neck. I softly kiss his neck once and then close my eyes. I'm almost asleep again when I hear his voice talking;
"Graciebaby," he whispers, almost cooing to me. "Gracie," he smiles, patting my hair. "Come on baby, you've been out for a while," he says softly. "Your little tummy has to be starving," he says in a baby voice, his fingers running through my enrolados hair.
"Five mais minutes," I grumble.
"Okay, Graciebaby," he says and then I'm dead out again.
Five minutos later and he's cooing at me again, "Let's go have pancakes," he says, trying to mover my head to face him.
"Ughhhhhh," I mumble.
"Baby we're not having sex, don't make that noise," he says, then, a little lower, "your turning me back on,". His hand moves down my back and quickly trails my butt, making me shiver then smile. "I know you’re awake, Graciebaby, you can't fool me," he murmurs gently, happy. I don't say anything but lazily trail my hand down his arm. I pat it several times, "What baby? I don't speak Grace, talk to me," he coos. After a few minutos of silence he tells me to talk, again.
"I wanna lay in your arms all dia long," I mumble slowly.
"Oh baby, do you know how much of a jerk that makes me feel like?" he asks.
"You’re not a jerk, if anything your the most wonderful person I've ever met," I tell him, still slow.
Our fingers entangle together and I felt a soft peck on my head. His lips mover down to my ear and nibbles at it for a while.
"Should we go tell the old lady to give us another night in here?" he asks in my ear, softly.
"I can't miss any mais school," I sadly say.
"Yeah, and I can't miss any mais work," he agrees. "But, God, do I want to be with you," he murmurs.
"And I with you," I say, quoting some book I read.
"Look at me, Graciebaby, please," he pleads. So I look at him, not because he told me, not because he's being so sweet to me, but because I amor him. Our eyes lock and his dimply smile graces his face. "You’re a beaut to see in the morning, my little Grace," he says my name with absolute care and compassion, maybe even love.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady won't be able to read my lips, "My mom and dad are gonna know if the car is missing," I whisper yell.
"Shit," he says.
"And I have school tomorrow, their gonna know if I skip another day," I add.
"So now you’re saying you want to go home?"
I hang my head, "No, I don't. I just don't want to get in trouble, again," I mumble.
"Are you two gonna get this show on the road or what?" the old lady demands.
We both look at her, annoyed and turn back around to finish our conversation; "I'll call them," I get to the conclusion.
"Are you sure?" he asks, segundo guessing my statement.
"I don't know what I'm gonna say to them, but yeah, I'm sure," I tell him, nodding my head then smiling.
"Are you done now?" the old fart asks, her lips pursed.
Nick hands her the paperwork and his credit card. In a few mais segundos we have our key and are checking into the room on the segundo floor.
"Well, at least the rooms are nicer than the front desk," I say, as he turns the light on and closes the door behind us.
"That cama looks so comfortable," he purrs in my ear.
"Looks like the one that Mr. cotovia almost raped me on," I say, turning in his arms.
The tears start streaming and Nick sighs, "Gracie, it's okay, I'm here," he tries to sooth me.
I stay in his arms for a few segundos waiting till all my tears come out and then I wipe my eyes, "I'm okay," I tell him.
"Sure?" he asks, still holding me.
"Positive," I say and lean up to press my lips to his.
His hands trail down to my butt and he hikes my legs up around his waist to walk us towards the bed. He lies down on me and trails his lips down my neck as I stretch my neck so he'll have enough room.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and instead, embrulho, envoltório my arms around his back to pull his camisa up and over his head. I trail one finger up his back to the back of his head as his lips find mine again. His right hand trails up under my camisa from the hem of my pants to my breast and he unbuttons my bra. Since its strapless he just pulls it off and throws it on the floor and pulls my camisa up and over my head. The cold bedspread shoots through every nerve on my body as Nick's lips hit every part of my chest; over my nipple, above my breast, down my stomach, in my belly button and then his fingers are trailing down the zipper on my pants. He stands up from the cama and pulls each pant leg off one por one, until their on the floor. He comes to lay back on me but I stand up and watch Nick's eyes smile at me. He doesn't say anything like I suspect him to have, but just watches me as I touch my freezing hand to his stomach and down under his pants and boxers. I pull them both down to the floor and then his hand reaches over to the cama to pull the sheets down, then up to my face and he pushes me back onto the bed. I can feel his penis through my underpants, ejaculation suco, suco de smearing all over them. His fingers trail down my back to my butt and he quickly slips them off, his hand cupping my butt cheek. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me and then he kisses my mouth before I can udder a sound. He pushes ever so lightly on his pelvis and that's when the numbness strikes through me. His tongue slips through his mouth onto my lips and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I can feel our nipples touch and his penis enter farther into me. My lips then stop moving and I can't mover anything on my body; We're not using a condom. We've always used a condom. What if he gets me pregnant? His sperm is already in me, I could be pregnant . . . I could be pregnant. Nick notices that I haven't moved an inch and his lips pull away from mine;
"What is it?" he asks, subtle but annoyed.
"Condom," I utter.
His shoulders drop, "Fuck," he whispers loud enough that I heard him.
He pulls out of me and rolls over to the other side of the bed, his breathing making me nervous.
"I can't get pregnant," I say.
"I know Grace; don't you think I know that? I've already knocked up one girl, I can't knock you up too," he yells.
"I'm sorry," I mumble.
"Don't," he says, looking over at me then his eyes open wide and he smiles, "my wallet," he says, getting up, baring all that he has in front of me and he searches for his wallet in his pants. I sit up in the cama with the covers up around my chest. He's turned around so that I can see his perfectly molded butt. He turns around with a little round package in his hand and a smile on his face.
"How old is that thing?" I ask, looking at the package, it's torn edges and a small hole in the middle.
"A few months," he says.
"Are you sure it's seguro to use?" I ask.
He opens up the package and pulls the condom out, shows me that there isn't any holes in it and I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
"I gotta pee, babe," he says with no embarrassment and he pads away to the bathroom. I lay back on the pillows and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his pee hit the toilet. I didn't hear him come back out, but in second’s time, the covers are pulled down and his legs are on either side of me and his lips back on mine.
I trail my finger down his stomach as his finger trails down my back. It's as if my fingers have a mind of their own because as soon as I know it, they've trailed up his chest, down his shoulder and are now enrolados in his fingers.
"We get to sleep together," I whisper to him, smiling.
"I know," he says and I look up at his face, his smiling beautiful, scruffy face.
I untangle my fingers from his and turn my head onto his shoulder.
"You're such a little dork, Grace," he says, smiling.
"I know," I smile, raising my hand up to his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his little prickles.
"I amor your would-be-beard," I say, trailing my hand down his chest and resting it on his heart.
"I amor your little freckles," he smiles, rubbing a thumb over my cheeks.
"I amor your hair," I say, ruffling his ringlets.
"I amor your smile, it makes me smile," he says and I smile, enforcing a smile on his face.
"I amor your hands," I say, tracing each of his fingers to the end.
"I amor your lips," he purrs, tracing my lips around and around with one finger and then he exchanges his finger for his lips. He slowly rolls back on topo, início of me and spreads his legs over me. I break away from his lips;
"We can't have sex again," I pant.
"Why not? I still have the condom on," he informs me.
"Is that safe?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't it be? It would just like taking a break for a few minutes, which we did and we're going back at it," he says embarrassment ringing in his voice. I kiss his mouth and pull my legs around his waist.
I wake up laced around Nick's body and his head on my shoulder, a little stream of drool down my chest. I look over on the bedside table, the clock leitura 8:23 a.m. Good, no excuse to go to school, thank God. It's a shame we don't have any mais condoms, it would be nice to feel numb like I did all through last night. I trail my hand down Nick's side making him shiver. I start beijar his neck and his eyes flitter open to land on mine. I smile shyly at him and look down at my wandering hands around his stomach.
"It’s so nice waking up to you," he says, sounding like he cut himself short.
"I’m glad you’re here too," I tell him, scooting closer towards him.
I put my arms around his body and pull him closer to me. I kiss his neck around his collarbone area as he pulls me even closer into him. I watch his eyes close as he cuddles his head into the nook of my shoulder. He lets me kiss his neck for the time being until his hands started rubbing my bare back, so vigorously that I think it almost left imprints of his fingerprints. I let my lips fall from his neck, they travel down his chest where they eventually land. Nick's hands wander from my back to my shoulders where he massages them and eventually get them down and around my breasts. I kiss back up to his lips and he shoves his tongue in my mouth. One of his hands moves down to my thigh and he hikes it around his waist. His other hand that was keeping my breast warm moved slowly and seductively up my side and cupped around my cheek. His beijar became mais even and loving instead of sexual and horny. He maneuvers his weight and mine so that he's lying completely on the cama with me on topo, início of him. His lips stop moving and his hands lay securely in the middle of my back. His eyes look deep into mine and a smile plays at his lips;
"You are the cutest damn thing I have ever been around," he says, pulling his large hand into my peripheral vision.
"Your pretty hot yourself, Nick," I tell him, fingering his chest up and down.
He arches his head back and to the side, moaning in the pleasure. I caress his skin back up to his face and hold my hand onto his scruffy cheek. I kiss under his chin and play with his ear and sideburn, disturbing the little hairs up and down.
"Only you can make that feel like magic," he whispers, his face still turned sideways, his lips barely moving.
With my other hand, I reach behind my back and grab one of his hands; I put it on my shoulder blade and lay my head on his shoulder, my face turned towards his neck. I softly kiss his neck once and then close my eyes. I'm almost asleep again when I hear his voice talking;
"Graciebaby," he whispers, almost cooing to me. "Gracie," he smiles, patting my hair. "Come on baby, you've been out for a while," he says softly. "Your little tummy has to be starving," he says in a baby voice, his fingers running through my enrolados hair.
"Five mais minutes," I grumble.
"Okay, Graciebaby," he says and then I'm dead out again.
Five minutos later and he's cooing at me again, "Let's go have pancakes," he says, trying to mover my head to face him.
"Ughhhhhh," I mumble.
"Baby we're not having sex, don't make that noise," he says, then, a little lower, "your turning me back on,". His hand moves down my back and quickly trails my butt, making me shiver then smile. "I know you’re awake, Graciebaby, you can't fool me," he murmurs gently, happy. I don't say anything but lazily trail my hand down his arm. I pat it several times, "What baby? I don't speak Grace, talk to me," he coos. After a few minutos of silence he tells me to talk, again.
"I wanna lay in your arms all dia long," I mumble slowly.
"Oh baby, do you know how much of a jerk that makes me feel like?" he asks.
"You’re not a jerk, if anything your the most wonderful person I've ever met," I tell him, still slow.
Our fingers entangle together and I felt a soft peck on my head. His lips mover down to my ear and nibbles at it for a while.
"Should we go tell the old lady to give us another night in here?" he asks in my ear, softly.
"I can't miss any mais school," I sadly say.
"Yeah, and I can't miss any mais work," he agrees. "But, God, do I want to be with you," he murmurs.
"And I with you," I say, quoting some book I read.
"Look at me, Graciebaby, please," he pleads. So I look at him, not because he told me, not because he's being so sweet to me, but because I amor him. Our eyes lock and his dimply smile graces his face. "You’re a beaut to see in the morning, my little Grace," he says my name with absolute care and compassion, maybe even love.
Your coração is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I amor you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing por you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I amor you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot mover away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood por me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the cachorros and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the cachorros got closer and closer.
They weren't suppose to be running from the cachorros right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice said behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a dividido, dividir segundo and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
They weren't suppose to be running from the cachorros right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.
"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice said behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.
Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a dividido, dividir segundo and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.
I never thought it would be that easy,
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Cause we are both so distant now.
And the walls are closing in on us,
And we are wondering how.
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
You can see the look on my face,
It just tears me apart.
When I first met you,
I thought,
How would I get to know this girl well?
Now,
I think,
Why do I have to leave this girl already?
But you and I,
Both of us are walking alone,
In the dark.
Even though you are not with me,
I can feel you with me in my heart.
It just breaks me to think
That you are not with me.
But now,
As I have pondered this situation
For a while now,
I have made a decision.
I am alone.
I am not alone, however, in my heart.
You are with me,
Walking in the dark,
Together.
Some of you may go through life,
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This ano I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Thinking something,
That is,
Who the hero is in your life.
I am one of those people.
But what I found is that
Even though many people are major influences
On my success in life
Such as my closest friends,
My teachers,
My parents,
Those serving for our country,
Others around me,
Or even my worst enemies.
This ano I have found that
The hero that I have
Is no one else
But me.
My hero is myself.
I inspire myself to do everything I do.
I am the light of my life.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.