I have this image in my head of a girl who spent the first 17 years of her life being loved. Loved por her parents, her brother and sister, and everyone in school. She doesn't know the meaning of hate. Then this mysterious guy come to her school. He doesn't say much and the only person he notices is her. But he is different then the other guys at her school he is too sexy to be real. They fall madly in amor but what she doesn't know is that he has been alive for the last 268 years. He is no vampire but something that can scare the helll out of you. And he has a immortal enemy, and that enemy is the boy who is filled with so much hate all the immortals call him...The deffinition of hate(his real name being Marcus) And the girl so finds out that Marcus will stop at nothing to take her away from him and mostrar her what it's like to be hated

PROLOGE
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick césped, hierba beneath my paws.
    “The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark lobo exclaimed enthusiastically, his pelaje, piel flickering like shadows, “No lobo will stop us!”
    I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack división, split in four!
    “Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
    “No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
    “This is pointless! tu cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to mover now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
    I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.

~Let tu Go~

1: On and on ~ the days go by
Without a sight of tu o my sanity
I'm lost not found ~ I wanted to mostrar tu , I wanted to tell you...

Chorus: If I say I'm sorry will tu believe me?
If I amor tu again will tu never leave me?
I made a mistake when I dicho no
I never should have let tu go...

2: I ring your phone but no one answers, I'm alone
Days are spent lectura your old letters, but with a groan,
I'd put them away, In the draw they'd lay until tomorrow...
Tomorrow...

Chorus-

3: This moping, not coping is killing me
My soul is not at rest when I long for it to be
I wish you'd come back o my fears may come true
When I left you, I still loved tu and I think tu knew

Chorus-

Darlin' don't forget me
I'm locked and you're the only key...

Where are tu at this moment
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me

I'm lost now without you
I don't know where tu are
I keep watching
I keep hoping
but time keeps us apart
Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring tu back home?

Winter lies before me
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light of tu will stay

If I could be close beside you
If I could be where tu are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring tu back home

Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow
to bring tu back home?

To me...

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LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9

this is an English sonnet I had to write for my English class and I need to know if it is good o not before I enviar it, thank you. also the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
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My dear amor tu once were a shining ray.
In my eyes tu meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about tu is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your amor is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our amor is coming to its new close.
colores were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would amor to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our amor has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our amor left it took tu along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying amor was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me amor would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy

He didn’t want money o fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved por someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the cuchillo against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.