Darklaw13

On December that year, Millie and her boyfriend Brian Shorty decided to go to a café in order to have breakfast. Millie was sixteen at that time. They entered the expensive café with slightly dark red sofas, wooden dark tables, and chairs in similar tones. On a dim corner there was a shiny grand piano being played lightly by a thin, tall pianist in a white hat with a single black slanted stripe. A waiter in black trousers wearing a thin crimson waistcoat with some black stripes came by them. He led them to one of the tables in the centre of the wide room which had its ground covered by a dark green carpet. Millie and Brian freed

As a flower, she is. Beautiful she is, fragile she appears to be. For that, I fear to get close, I fear to destroy her.

If only you could see the things I have done, You'd understand Why I am now lost in sorrow If only the moon would stop, To never move again And never to show that full face glimmer of hers If only my limbs would not move Responding to my feelings, They'd hurt no one If, at least, my legs were broken Lest I could not dodge the blows from the ones who strive for killing me, Others would not be hurt instead If only the dawn of the morrow would be everlasting, With all its tones of pink, orange and red, I'd be free forever If only I had no sense of smell And could not scent blood drips in the distance, Maybe I'd not prey If only