I am left with June, love, and a house. In all seriousness what more could I ever ask for. A lovely soul and a fearless heart, crashes upon me as if it was a lion. It was June, she was still a fighter, she would still cry her soul out for our survival in this magical hell. While there are so many beautiful aspects of life there is a world full of sorrow and despair. While June being one of the beautiful aspects, our surrounding circumstances created a living hell for our already struggling lives.
I love you, but the world does not.
I love us, but we've always fought.
Not to each other, but for those we've sought.
Stuck in hell, creating a magical plot.
We were making a plot,
a brand new way of living.
To escape from the hell in which we are caught,
To focus on those in need of forgiving.
We have to realize,
it's not just us June.
I love your teal eyes,
but concerning others is a must soon.
Through every unimaginable black moment,
and the struggle within our minds,
lives a unstoppable thought potent,
in which our needy souls needs to find.
Magical/Hell/ and June
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Hey guys thanks so much for all the support, I submitted a story to a contest a little while ago, and I'll give you notice when it's posted on their account, thanks again for all the support.
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Wielding Stars | Wattys2015 | On Hold
Short Story[ #82 in Short Story - 11/06/2015 ] *This is going to be awesome nearing the 20th part where things start to make sense and the story comes together! A poetic love story, a brilliant exploration into our superstitious beliefs and stereotypes concern...
