DewDrop27

poor little Darla

stuck in a war that was already fought

a chandelier mine shattered

for she was bought by a man

a man who poured hope in her glass

and killed her with doubt

a man who toasted to happiness

Write a poem or story of any genre using the sentence "She looked at me with pleading eyes. That's when I ran away." At the end. Or create a piece of art/photo that represents this sentence.

Oh, why must my bitter cold soul devour my box of warmth, 
my murderous, snow-white hair pointing north?
The hikers that dare set foot on my icy ridges,
they shall burn you like scolding, lava-like bridges.

Don't forget about your home
where you've learned wrong from right and have grown.
Don't forget about your friends
who will love you until the very end. 
Don't forget about your spitfire soul

I walk past the bookstore moneyless. My library doesn't have the book I'm wanting, and it will take a while for the order to come in. I yearn for a new book to gift me with pleasure.

Opening a book is like being strapped into a straight jacket,
While being dragged through an insane asylum.
Worlds with mesmerizing glass castles,
Countries where I must fight for my life,
Places controlled by personality,