The amber flames licked at the ebony singed coals, which hissed and crackled as they glowed, as if any sort of retaliation to almost warn the embers to cease its assault, never less, the flames crackled on in its simple war, that leaked orange light and warmth. The grey cobblestone fireplace burned on bringing a simple softness to the building, which the mansion craved. The Hawke mansion stood proudly in Hightown.
The mansion was intricate in its design, the red Amell crest highlighting the wealth of the family, and the value of the mansion. However the mansion was not just passed through the family like many of its sister buildi
Well today was okay. My friend, Sydney, got sick and threw up about 6 times and the nurse wouldnt let her call because she wasnt running a fever. Poor Syd had to keep going up to the nurse until finally the nurse let her call. The suckish part? The nurse is her cousin. Onto other things. I'm so excitedddd I get to go see The Hunger Games midnight showing tonight Let's hope the movie is just as good as the books. :D
Loved him once
Love him still
Always have
Always will
You can't have him
Not now, Not ever
He's mine
And mine forever
You say he wants you
But sadly you're mistaken
Cause guess what bitch
He's already taken <3
This is a poem I wrote myself hope y'all like it