Time after time she waits for the flowers the bloom, early March. Colors to save her and a heart-saving touch. Waiting for the school bus as she watched the birds fly away, leaving her to quiet, her wishing they would stay. The bus gets here finally after a good long while. She boards it and sees her other classmates ignore her directed smiles. After some time a little jerk stops the bus completely. She feels some pain but she is mostly tired and sleepy. Getting up, she starts walking to her destination, no point in being late. Finally she's here and sees her home, a stone with her name and a date. In loving memory of a girl who died by crash. Finally her bus stopped, it just stopped too fast.
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Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
