V.3 55 words story

I’m lock

He grabs me by my arms and shoves me onto the slippery grass
“You better not scream for every, I am going to kill you,” He said.
I nod my head.
Don’t you ever break up with me again, you hear me!
He squeezes my pastel neck and shoves me inside to house.

"What i have to say"

Time to leave

I’m sorry,

for being a snooty

little brat.

The things I’ve done

to hurt your syrupy affectionate heart,

I’ve done it over and over again.

I never thought about you

but always about me.

Now I see your love for me,

shimmering beneath my eyes.

You always made me happy, nevertheless,

my watery, ocean tears falls down from the sky

every now and then,

wondering if you love me as you used too.

now that we are distant,

you are finally moving on,

while my heart can’t stop amorous you,

for all the times we share together,

with laugher and joy.

Now everything is gone,

there will never be me and you,

even if you were the only one that complete me

in this world.

I wish we can turn back,

to shove our misplace love that we lost

into the dark forest that is hidden beneath the velvety soil.

One day the wind gust our lost love from the velvety soil,

to set us free from our confusion of love.