Sunday, 19 September 2010

Sunday morning, rain is falling.

She locked herself inside her room, knowing she'll be safe there. She fell to her knees, and prayed that her God would be fair to her. She heard knocking on her door, and she knew that her whole world was in war. Endlessly her tears fell against her swollen cheek. She cried "God, why did you make me this weak?" She got no answer and got no hope. Only one solution, only cuorage to elope. But before she could pack, her sense came back. It came bright as the light, and she knew she could fight. She wiped away her tears, and went to concur her fears. She put on her prettiest gown, and left her room to fight the world around.

3 comments:

Ragnhild said...

den kjolen var så fin at jeg døde litt O___o no kidding, jeg skriker som en liten jente...

Elisabethsl said...

fint antrekk :- )

miriam said...

aw. takk :-)