pencillicious

My heart is aching,     breaking inside, I want to run,     run and hide, From disappointments     raining  down, Never ceasing,     I'm such a clown, Daring to believe,     things will change, Always discovering,     they stay the same. So here's to Hope,     hold your glass high, Just remember children,     it's naught but lies.

"Where've you been?" Gaia sighed softly, drawing her gaze regretfully from the peaceful view the fog.  The tall blonde leaning in her doorway stood with arms crossed over his chest, the tattoo across his forehead marred by the deep scowl darkening his otherwise handsome features.  He was, decidedly, not happy. "Don't you ever knock?" Kenn shrugged.  "Why?  You already know I'm coming." She moved to retort, then changed her mind.  She had known he was coming, and his intent was plain.  "Then what do you want?" Kenn was, unlike the others, remarkably open with his feelings and thoughts.   "You already know that too.  But since you're incli