He was cold
She was warm
He wrote letters and drew drawings that she could never comprehend
She used her eyes and actions to try to make him understand
He called her his light
She called him her star
He was quiet
She was loud
He kept to himself
She stood out
He tried to seek her heart out
She kept it under lock
And quickly came to realize that stars can't shine when it's light out
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Spoken Writings
De TodoThis isn't anything interesting. Just little drabbles and short stories or stuff I feel like writing. Could range from writing to how I feel (which no one's interested in) ;) Mainly a list of things for me to look back on and see how far I've come
