Stephen and I created a series of poems to present to our class. The first poem we presented was called Missing Colors which had blanks in it to represent how missing something or someone can have its toll on people. We passed out a copy of our poem in hopes that the class could figure out the missing letters.
_y soul is full of blanks,
After all the colors faded away.
I don't see yellow, green, or p_nk.
It's as if my view on life has shrink.
I don't see anything but pitch black.
The closest I get to seeing color is volcanic ash.
I'm trapped in a dark hole
_uffering from the condition of a lost _oul
What was once so colorful?
Is noth_ng but blue coal
What's left of me is go_e
I've been in this dark place for so long
Desperately trying to crawl out to find li_ht
If I were to find light,
I could find _ _ lors
And if I were to find co_ _ _s once again
Maybe then, my _oul could mend
Once we finish reading the poem aloud we were awarded a loud applause. After that, we continue to present our project. When we finish the teacher rose from his chair to praise us:
"This right here is an example of a perfect assignment. Thank you for presenting it." I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I engulf Stephen into a bear hug:
"Wow. Surprise of a lifetime. You actually ended up being a good partner," I say.
"Yeah, maybe I could be your partner in other things," he said with a wink. I chuckle at his attempt at flirting knowing that every night I've been going to bed dreaming about him.
"Yeah, maybe in another life."
"Sure, are you coming to the game tonight?"
"No, I didn't plan to."
"Why not? It's the homecoming game. Everybody must go. Besides, you should come and support me. Maybe you could be my own personal cheerleader."
"Urr... I'll think about it. I was really planning to sleep my Friday away."
"Is sleep better than seeing me in a tight uniform."
"Yes, it sounds wayyy better than that."
"Honestly, the lies you tell must get tiring."
"Who's to say I'm lying? I could be telling the truth," I challenge.
He rolled eyes. "Just think about it okay. I would love to see you there."
"Fine, I'll think about it."
After that the bell ring and I couldn't contain the giddiness I felt bubbling inside.
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BitterSweet (Editing){Complete}
Romance"Life is bittersweet... But the further you travel the less it will become bitter and the more it will be sweet. Bittersweet." Ariel. It's an ironic name considering she wasn't a mermaid that was anywhere close to getting her happy ending. Pleas...
