Everything seems to remind me of You
The words, the sounds,
Even the shapes of this world itself
But You’re gone
And I can’t change that
There’s no way in Heaven or Hell
So I’ll just sit here
Quiet and waiting
At least, for now
YOU ARE READING
The Keene Collection
SonstigesIn school we are asked to write alot of essays and short stories. I decided to put some of them on the Internet. They aren't in order, and they haven't been edited since they were turned in for school.
