All Samantha ever wanted was the life she was promised.
A life where everything was dyed to match, and dinner was never served late.
All Deanna ever wanted was to find out what the world had to offer other than matching outfits and punctual dinners.
And in a whirlwind of monsters, stained dresses, and rumbly stomachs, they both might just get what they’d never let themselves want before.
(rating may change)
24 Dec 2012
A short poem I wrote while I was having Tara feelings.