Come with me
As we flee
To the open wind.
Take my hand,
Take my land,
I simply want your heart.
I don’t want jewels,
I just want fools
To be made of you and me.
Give me love,
We’ll stand above
The others that we see.

Come with me
And we will be
As happy as we can.
Come with me
As we flee
The laws of the land.
We won’t love
Because we love,
We’ll love because of Christ.
We won’t be
Just you and me,
But you and me in Christ.

“So are you ever going to face him?”
“Never.”
“But why not? You spend all this time dreaming about him, it seems pretty pointless to just sit by the sidelines and gawk .”
“I have no issues sitting and gawking, thank you very much. I’m comfortable exactly where I am.”

Take a deep breath
And ask yourself
Why do I really like him
I would be the envy
Of everyone
I would be the girl
He put his arm around
I would be laughing
All the time, every day
I would be chock full of
Hyped-up butterflies
I would be listening
To the sound of his voice
I would be loving
Every singular moment
Just because
And take a deep breath
Ask yourself
Now is that going to happen
Bite your lip
Close your eyes
Take a breath
No

(Pre-caution: brief mention of drug use, and some older-reader themes. :) - Sarah)

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Might as well have stuffed explosives down my throat 
They've found a way to blow up my heart
An elephant is sleeping on my chest and it won't listen to me, it won't get
off
The scent of the end has wafted in through my window
We are going to decay
Like a dead mouse hidden by undergrowth
Hold on tight, it's almost over.

Raven woke up with a jolt, startled out of peaceful dreaming into a world of confusion. Or was it peaceful? Even as she tried to grasp at her memory of the dream, she felt it slipping away from her. Even so, she may not have been able to remember the details, but she did remember one thing. She needed to trust her friends, and her friends seemed to trust Cameron. So she figure that meant she needed to trust him too. Which meant she probably needed to listen to him, at least until he went crazy again.

Raven found herself walking down an empty road. She didn’t know how she got there, and she really didn’t care. She didn’t know where all the people were, and it really didn’t matter. Her mind was set on one goal, to find out his name. She couldn’t even remember whose name she needed to know, or how she had met this person. All she knew was that she needed to know his name.

Strong Jaw,
His eyes narrowed,
And in them I saw,
His intensity burning, eyebrows furrowed.
Heart melting smile,
Like a shooting star,
You wish and then file,
the image somewhere safe and far.
Tall, muscular, lean and fit,
So proud, so brave,
Is there anything imperfect?
Even the imperfections I'd crave.
Surely he's not what he seems,
Yet he's the center of my dreams.

Notes -- A little biography I did for school. This man was truly brilliant. I thought it was time you Americans learnt a bit of Australian history. :D
And also, the reason the dates are written "On 10 February, 1867" instead of "On the 10th of February, 1867" is because the public service (in Australia, anyway) has changed it's way of doing it. I know this because my dad works for the public service and marks my writing. Just thought I'd slip the disclaimer in :)

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Yes, the dreaded hormones. Younger siblings tease you about them, older people groan about them, and we do some pretty stupid things because of them.

Hormones are part of why you feel you want to kick the dog as soon as you wake up, or adding ‘damn’ to every other sentence.

Hormones are also part of why you feel blissfully happy for no particular reason, treating everyone with grace and happiness. And everyone’s thinking, “What's happened to them?”

Then the next day you’re back to “I hate life.”

Has anyone ever felt like that? I certainly have.