Saturday, 27 March 2010
Sandra sat down with the umbrella leaving Rob to stand in the drizzle. It was then that he stopped loving her. The childlike pout was petulance, the naiveté masked stupidity, and the voice dull, not mellow.
Looking up, she fell in love with his strong masculine silence.
Random Word: Hole
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Me poems got a top mark!** **
Me poems got a top mark!**
**I’m doing an University creative writing course and wrote four poems(a Sestina, Sonnet, Pantoum, and Villanelle) on love betrayed and regained.