Of Fantasies and RealityWhere have you gone, my love, my dear?Leaving me in this summer heat?Even though you were never here,Leaving me ‘lone on my dirty seat.The flowers touch my dainty toesAnd summer sun shines on my face.Wish you were here to dismiss my woesAnd leave love and wonder in their place.But you’re not here, with me, right now;You’re with them more, and that’s okay.I’m used to it, to this I vow.You’re a hunter, and I’m the prey.But you’re not here, not real my sweet.Only in dreams do we two meet.
UntitledWilted roses on the window sill.Even my flowers want to leave me.
Italian Wrath! (Shy! Bullied! Reader X Italy) ____(y/n) gasped as she was slammed against the locker again, falling to her knees and lowering her head. She didn't dare look into the eyes of her bully, Allan F. Jones. He grabbed her by the collar, picking her up and sneering at her. "Where's my homework, doll face?" he growled, setting her back down roughly. She squeaked and pulled a paper out of her bag, shakily handing it to him. He grunted and walked away, and the ____(h/c)-haired girl fell to the ground, curling into a small ball and weeping lightly. She jumped when the bell rang. Had it really been that long? Meanwhile, Feliciano Vargas was in his first period class, chatting eagerly with Ludwig and Kiku and searching for his precious ____(y/n). The Italian had been crushing on the shy girl since he moved to the new school, first falling for her beautiful face, and afterwards, falling for her amazing personality as well. He was determined to get her out of her shell one day. He 've'-ed sadly