Tap, Tap, Tap.

-book one of the internet series- Tap, Tap, Tap. Her fingers draped across the keyboard. Late at night her mind finding words to tap to this unknown face. To this 'friend'. Tap, Tap, Tap her fingers go, writing out her deepest secrets, feelings to this unknown. Her hair draped over her eyes as she waits trying to stay wake for his next message that arrives, she hears the ping and she's on again, Not caring for the time. Tap, Tap, Tap the fingers go on the door. She slips her laptop under her covers as her door opens, revealing her mother and father. Making sure she's no longer Tapping away. Tap, Tap, Tap the rain goes on the glass as she lays awake thinking of 'him' was is luck or misfortune? Would her tapping and loose trust be the death of her? Tap, Tap, Tap. (cover by Crown of Shadownight)

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13. Funeral

This day

The air so cold

On a misty December day

Dressed in black

Many arrive

Roses with them

The colour of blood

Rose red.

They walk along behind

The small oak coffin

For our Rose wasn't very tall.

Only 4 foot 11

Killed by a man of 6 foot 3

His court trial

Scheduled for tomorrow

Where he will get tried

For killing poor innocent Rose. 

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