i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd n... by Laura Whitcomb

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

Laura Whitcomb

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That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

heart song love

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping. by Laura Whitcomb

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.

loses mind forever

I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

daughter girl mother

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone. by Laura Whitcomb

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

glimpse gone forgotten

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they se... by Laura Whitcomb

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.

cry prayer thinking

The library smells like old books — a thousand leather doorways into other worlds. I hear silence, like the mind of God. I feel a presence in the empty chair beside me. The librarian watches me suspiciously. But the library is a sacred place, and I sit with the patron saint of readers. Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone. I smell mold, I hear the clock ticking, I see an empty chair. Ask me now and I'll say this is just a place where you can't play music or eat. She's gone. The library sucks.

smell book moving

He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. "My God," he said. "What happened?" "I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.

long book school

...You deserve to be happy. What can I do?" Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. "What do you want?" "I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.

deserve-to-be-happy apples want

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your han... by Laura Whitcomb

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

kissing able hands

Books are boring," James said as he wrote. "They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.

wall book world

I would do anything to stay beside you forever. by Laura Whitcomb

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

beside-you forever

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

girl hurt kindness

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

fans eye feelings

i felt my being flutter. each tousled head that came through the door i wanted to be his, but no and on, a dozen boys entered, yet not the one.

dozen doors boys

To desperately hope," I whispered James let out a breath. "To gra... by Laura Whitcomb

To desperately hope," I whispered James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe.

breaths believe

Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead. by Laura Whitcomb

Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.

sensations disturbing ifs