She is a poem  One you'd expect to be Rhyme and meter;  The usual poetry. But alas! She is wild Untamed, fiery And I am loving her In silence As I shall always be.

I could make a poem, But words aren’t enough. To describe your beauty, baby, I’d need a lot of stuff. Finest dark brown chocolates, For your lovely eyes. Though it barely does them justice, To have me satisfied. Hair as black as raven’s wing, On your winsome head. It wreaks havoc on my imagination, Especially when I’m in bed. That smile of yours, though, Is perfection personified. I would stare at it all day if I could, S...

Justin I sat in my car, feeling numb. Yeah sure, I know Ina doesn't give a damn about me anymore. But she should have had the decency not to fuck my twin brother, shouldn't she? I felt like someone clawed a hole in my chest. I pressed my forehead against the wheel, trying to figure out a way to breathe. Tears slid down my nose, finally dropping on my dress. When I got home I took a shower and put on an oversized shirt and...

Ina"Hey, beautiful!" someone wolf-whistled.I didn't look up. The call came from the congregation of guys in ill-fitting suits by the door. Unfortunately, that was the only entrance to the convention hall the school rented out for the night. It was prom. Hence the gorillas in the suits. I walked faster, wanting to get it over with. The guys were probably seniors. Football jocks. Jerks.I let out a sigh of relief as I passed...

"I'm glad you're here. My parents and sisters are out this night and you know how much I hate to be alone," she smiled, looking at Kay, but not at me. Of course she isn't happy to have me here. Who would be, if your ex-girlfriend of two years was suddenly invited to your sleepover by your best friend who conveniently forgot to tell you until the last minute? "What about Justin, Ina? Aren't you glad that she's here, too?"...