|Okay sooo. I'm MariaLuver! I like to draw, write, and occasionally sing. My passion is my piano.|
To the Girl Who DissapearedYou don't remember meTo the Girl Who Dissapeared by MariaLuver
But I remember you
You stayed in my life for a short time
But I will never forget your memory
You were different than the rest
Not a bully or a jerk
You were the nice one
Not a prep or a pest
You stayed for two weeks
Then you were gone
My new friend ha dissapeared
And I was again one of the geeks
You said you would come back
Return to say hello
But you never did and never will
For you have lost track
-Of this past you had once
As a young growing girl
You don't have the time
For a childhood friend...
One day I will find you
I'm determined of that
My friend sent from the heavens
To help me get through
Till then I bid farwell
See you soon or mayb never
The cloudy days are gone for now
hope you too are doing well
TrustTrust is like an eraserTrust by MariaLuver
It gets smaller and smaller
after every mistake
until it dissapears
Trust is like a mirror
After it's broken,
you can never look at it the same again
because the cracks will always be there
Trust is Like paper
Once it's crumpled,
It will never be perfect again
A relationship without trust
Is like a car withour gasoline
It can't run properly
and you will be stuck in the mud.
No secret messages in this one. i just really love it :')
Imagine waking up one day and finding out your whole life was stolen away from you. Will yourself to think of a world where you open your eyes one morning and see someone else living your life. That’s what happened to me. My name is Jessie Collins, and this is my story.
I’m pretty much your average 17-year-old guy. I eat pizza, play video games, and will do almost anything to keep my girlfriend from chewing my head off. That’s kind of how this whole mess started. Yesterday my best friend, Nathan, came up to me at school and he was livid. He pulled me into the janitor’s closet, cliché I know.
“Your girlfriend is going to kill you bro!” he said in concern. I looked confused. Nathan is usually a pretty quiet guy who barely says anything so the fact that he was yelling at me made me worried that the situation was more serious than I first thought. I started to say something but he dramatically put his finger to my mouth to shut me up. “Two words my friend, one year.”
I tried to think of what he was talking about and then it struck me. I have been dating Sally for a whole year and I had completely forgotten. I wasn’t as concerned by the fact I had forgotten our anniversary as I was that Nathan did though. “How did I… How do you… oh my god I’ve got to get her something!” I ran out of the closet to see my ‘friend’ Brian looking completely petrified. I had no idea why until I had already run out of the school. That was when I realized the quarterback of the football team had just witnessed me emerge from a janitor’s closet with my best friend. That couldn’t have looked right, but I couldn’t think about that right now.
I drove my car into town to see if I could find something cheap in the antique shop. Sally simply adored old and freaky things. I walked into the shop and looked around for something that caught my eye. A porcelain music box, no. retro gaming system, I might have to come back later and get that for myself. I was about to give up looking before I turned my head to see the answer to all of my prayers. A little patchwork doll with a jacket that looked like it was made of rags. It looked like one of those ragdolls from Coroline. The doll just screamed Sally. I picked it up and read the tag.
“My name is Petunia Patchwork. Not only am I a great listener, but I’m a best friend…” the note said a bunch of commonplace things for a doll tag, until I read the end. “However, if you betray me you will regret it until the day you perish.” A bit creepy, but I bought the doll nonetheless. I had it gift wrapped at the register and brought it to school.
I went to find Sally, and what happened next caused me to be where I am today. I found her alright. I found her in Brian’s arms. They were dancing, and I mean slow dancing in a vacant classroom dancing. She looked at me scared and walked towards me as if to say “It’s not what it looks like,” but I didn’t want to hear it. I stormed out of the school and trashed the doll in a bin. I drove myself home, because I couldn’t stand to see the two-timing, back-stabbing, son of a biscuit eating bulldog’s face. I completely ignored my family as they greeted me with a bunch of questions to why I was home early and ran to my room. I slammed the door and laid on the bed and closed my eyes.
I dreamed of that freaky doll. I just saw her in a dark room, and a tiny girl voice whispered in y ears over and over again, “If you betray me you will regret it until the day you perish.” Over and over again the words were repeated like a broken record.
I woke up from my nightmare, but something was different. I wasn’t in my bed anymore. In fact I could see my bed from where I was. Even weirder than that, I could see me sleeping in my bed! I tried to turn my head and look around but I couldn’t. I noticed my dim reflection in the screen of the television, which was turned off at the moment. I was the doll. I was Petunia Patchwork. I watched as my real body woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. He answered the phone and was talking with my voice in my body but he wasn’t me. Whatever it was wasn’t me!
“Hello? Oh, hey Sally… dance lessons? To impress me at prom? Aww you shouldn’t have! Well, sorry for overreacting. How about we go to dinner tonight? Sounds like a plan! Bye.” The fake me hung up the phone and looked over in my direction smirking. “Welcome to your new life,” he chuckled maniacally as he walked out of my room.