For him, March, 13th 2015.
I couldn't see you when you were here. Sorry. And now that you're gone, maybe you hate me, but now I see you everywhere, I'm looking for you in every room in this stupid school. I hate it!
YOU ARE READING
BUTTERFLY - LOVE
PoetryIn the beginning, I obey the heavy rain blindly. Now you're the hero of my book, the villain in the chapters, and the pain causing me art. This kind of art I am making is my favorite phase 'cause I feel everything all at once and it's all because of...
HIM
For him, March, 13th 2015.
I couldn't see you when you were here. Sorry. And now that you're gone, maybe you hate me, but now I see you everywhere, I'm looking for you in every room in this stupid school. I hate it!