She starts to tell a story, but stops half way through,
He comes in late, and leaves early,
Her eyes are filling with tears, and when they dribble down she wipes them away,
He's the only one to raise his hand, and the teacher declares that no one knows the answer,
No body notices.
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
