We sit on the sidelines and watch the lull
Heavy hung, the weight of the world looms over them
In woe. It hits, it hurts beating the drum,
So loud they wrawl against our wayward will.
Why we pray, to paint this pain dull for all
A loss so grave, they won, we’ll never forget
This hardship breaks us all and none, regret
Our lack in faith in all we may withal.
As she left, we left, they must overcome
This troubled water that we so shy away from.
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Creative Writing Shorts
Short StorySo, I have a best friend who is basically my sister. She now has Wattpad and has DEMANDED that I put my Creative Writing Prompts/Shorts/To Be Continued stories on here. She thinks that there needs to be full out books growing from these in the futur...
