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Names Natkel, I love to read, n write. Iv written a few random poets, but run out of inspiration, hoping this room will help me reach out, capture and dominate that inner poet deep inside me...

Thanx for the welcome Cuddlemii

Sad! Tearz! Wonderful

'Melanie! GET UP!' Mums voice. At 10am Melanie was still in bed. She reluctantly got up and heads straight to the mirror, combs out her straight black hair and washes off any traces of sleep. Looking at her fairly beautiful, light skinned face through lovely brown eyes, she walks out. Leaving the bed exactly as it is. Her dad is sitting sprawled on the chair with a newspaper in one hand and the tv on. Her 3 siblings should be somewhere in the house. Mum is angry at her again, and switches to a lecture about why she doesn't get up early. At 23, Melanie feels she can do whatever she likes, so she rolls her eyes and walks to make a cereal. Being a single teacher, she has on and off days, off days where meant for rest she grew up a satisfied, happy kid. And the last guy she wanted was a rock star, he never seemed to notice her presence, his loss! One of her siblings comes to ask a question about school as she was this intelligent one, she answers sarcastically even though she knew the answer pretty well.... Need I continue?

Chapter one

Flashes of her lips, her soft beautiful radiant body, her smooth skin, Jhared awoke panting. His heart racing a mile per minute. He looked at his phone 3:30am. Yet another realistic dream of this 19 year old girl whom he had brought to be a woman. Amongst every party he had been to and all the beautiful girls he had met, this one seemed to stand out in his dreams. It had been two years and still he remembered evry detail, vividly.
Frastrated Jhared awoke to make a cup of coffee. Turned the radio up and the song that played was 'dreams never grow old'. After what seemed ages, Jhared drifted to an empty, restless sleep.