MissSapphire

First a rain storm Then a rainbow shortly follows Beautiful sunshine.

The dark is so fresh, so sweet the air so full of smells On the bank, two lovers in each other arms And on flows the river crashing down over rocks down, down over steps while the heron flies low silently over the water attempting to catch his escaping prey

The long lane ready and waiting the destroyer already in hand. the aim not quite steady. It swings back and then whoosh it runs down gaining speed as it goes The targets are knocked flat all except one, the same one, yet again. It's laughs as it sits and stares blankly out. Another chance of an all in one lost and yet not all hope is gone. The cannon is yet again loaded extreme care and aim and this time a steadier hand. Shoots and down it goes and all is again clear.

We went to see the sights, Then kayaking down the river, And played music on the stereo. before sitting before a fire. You warmed your feet too close to the grate, but alas your socks had holes and you remembered too late, and burnt your toes

You make me feel so happy I can't stop smiling You eyes twinkle and you smile that smile at me My insides feel like goo And I feel I'm going crazy I feel tingly with joy and excited like a young child Suddenly your door closed.You left your mark on me and I'll never forget you.

Together we walk, through the grass And along the river Enjoying each others company If time could be stopped or precious moments kept Then the good times would be photos to show and share

Too many thoughts Can't keep up. My pencil can't write that fast! Hey! Wait! Slow down!

I am a girl, therefore I'm worthless. I am a disappointment to my parents. I am a thing to be sold for profit. I am property to a stranger. I am a body used for the pleasure of men. I am a slave to my promised husband. "Yes, Sir." "Yes, Mistress." These are the only things I'm allowed to say. If I say anything else I will be punished. I shall face a punishment. Several that no one should be allowed to face. Beaten. Molested. Disposed of. I fear all of it. But sadly, it would be nothing new. I shall be punished for simply taking a breath. I wish to take my final one. I "belong" in the kitchen, after all. I have possession of the