This is a poen I wrote you can relate it to the Telling in a way but since this is non-alias fiction I bring it forth to you to judge as however you like. I am sorry to make you suffer from my ghastly poetry, just needed to get this out of my system. Comments/criticism appreciated.
nattie
It hurt
The knife that he had plunged into her heart
He was meant to look for her. Search and search
Until he found her, never
Resting until she was in his arms
Their hearts beating as one
Satirical fantasy
She has lost faith because he has lost faith
Opening her eyes, she wishes she were a little girl again
Messed-up, unprotected, lost, feeling
Used and alone
Call to me, save me
Help me
nattie
It hurt
The knife that he had plunged into her heart
He was meant to look for her. Search and search
Until he found her, never
Resting until she was in his arms
Their hearts beating as one
Satirical fantasy
She has lost faith because he has lost faith
Opening her eyes, she wishes she were a little girl again
Messed-up, unprotected, lost, feeling
Used and alone
Call to me, save me
Help me