Sitting in a waiting silence, expectations at a low.
Everyone within their own thoughts, bordemness about to grow.
Fingers twirling round an arrow,
their precision isn't failing once.
Suddenly a big explosion -
a familiar figure runs.
Left behind but not forgotten,
she is shaking off her past.
But the archer, always spinning,
wants to hold her in his arms.
YOU ARE READING
Welcome To My Head
RandomThese are the Stories that my thoughts have created. (Sadly) they do not ask my if I want these stories in my head, so I am going to store them here with you. You can find random scenes/oneshots in here as well as poems or you can go ahead and expl...
