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Tells me that she lives about a hundred lives,

Scares me to death when she thinks and drives

Name:
Love Twilight Hanover
Birthdate:
24 January 1986
External Services:
  • shestrulycrazy@livejournal.com
Love Hanover was always a quiet child. She never screamed for attention and was the young girl her nanny every watched over. She was beautiful and sweet, not to mention soft spoken. It was a shock to Maria Fuentes when she heard the soft crying coming from the Mr & Misses bedroom. The sight that welcomed the poor Nanny when she opened the door would never truly be erased from her mind. The little girl was covered in blood and for a long time that was all Marie was able to see. It wasn't until the crying stopped and a blood soaked little girl was hugging to her ankle that she was able to take a look at her employeers. Mr. Hanover was stabbed, she couldn't count how many times, had - Marie gasped at the blooded wrists of the woman who paid her salary. She covered her mouth and tugged Love out of the room with her to call the police.

What neither Marie nor the police ever understood was the Love her self, just six years of age, had been the one to kill her parents.

After that she lived with her (richer now) Aunt and Uncle. She didn't care for them but it wasn't worth deposing of them. When she hit thirteen she started letting older men pick her up just to dispose of them. When she was sisxteen a boy tried to rape her on the football field of her high school and she slit his throat. Another boy was watching a boy who would change her life. She doesn't like thinking about him now, he's gone and it hurts too much.

Now she's in her third-year as a double major in Psych and Criminology. She still kills, she still overs her tracks.

Love is a serial killer and it's the only thing that makes her feel alive anymore.




She's not afraid; she just likes to use her night light
When she gets paid, true religion gets it all
If they fit right.

She's a little bit manic, completely organic
Doesn't panic for the most part.

She's old enough to know, and young enough not to say no
To any chance that she gets for home plate tickets to see the Mets.
Like everybody, she's in over her head,
Dreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn't take meds.

She's a Gemini Capricorn
Thinks all men are addicted to porn.
I don't agree with her half the time,
But, damn I'm glad she's mine.

Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies
Meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go
When I go home.

She got the kinda strength that every man wishes he had.
She loved Michael Jackson up until he made Bad.

Tells me that she lives about a hundred lives,
Scares me to death when she thinks and drives,
Says cowboy hats make her look fat,
and I'm so glad she's mine.

Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies
Meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go
When I go home.

She doesn't know the word 'impossible'
Don't care where I've been and doesn't care where we're goin' to.
She takes me as I am, and that ain't easy.
She's beautiful. So beautiful.

And sometimes I think she's truly crazy.
And I love it.

Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies
Always meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go
When I go home.

Her eyes, that's where hope lies.
That's where blue skies
Always meet the sunrise.
Her eyes, that's where I go
When I go home.

She's not afraid
she just likes to use her night light.

Her Eyes - Pat Monahan




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Love Hanover belongs to me. This writing is mine, if you steal this plot or anything concerning this ORIGINAL character, I will cut you.

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