A Different Persective.

Hello everyone,

Our family has has a recent chain of mishaps. At the time I felt that I was responsible for some of these recent events. So, I took a new perspective on things. I stepped into my brother's shoes and Hannah's shoes. At this point I didn't have the slightest clue why he felt this way about someone so young. So, I thought of some other examples of the age difference. I first looked into classic literature. I first thought of William Shakespeare. I thought of how he wrote above the peoples vocabulary. I thought of Romeo and Juliet. Out of my feeling I wrote this a piece that I would like to share with you, readers.

The Perfect Crime.

We're like Romeo and Juliet.
Our love is forbidden yet our embrace hides under the cover of the shadows.
They all said young love was impossible well tonight we'll prove them wrong.
The course of true love never did run smoothly.
There will always be something or someone ripping us apart.
Always pushing. Always ripping.
Will they succeed?
I shall never know.
Tonight, I shall not worry about it, everything is perfect.
As I hold you for the last time...
...I whisper...
"Tonight we commit the perfect crime...
...I'll steal your heart and you'll steal mine."
We must not become attached for no matter how tightly you hold onto something it will always be ripped from your hands.
For the end is near.
Our love is desolate...
...the end is here.


Thanks for reading. (:

Forever yours,
Kirstie.