The rain hit my face as i sat next to her grave. For the sun doesn't shine as much as it used to.
For the girl made me see clearly with color.
Now all i see is grey monotoned sky's,
And sadness in everyones eyes.
For the girl was like joy herself.
As i sat there thinking no thoughts. A girl walked up to me and smiled.
I gave her a unconvincing smile back, for i felt like i could smile no more.
Then she walked away like nothing happened.
Until the next day....
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The girl with the leggings and sweater that covers her arms
PoetryThis short story is about a boy who is giving his memory of a girl.