After dinner Dominic and I, rode our bikes around the corner to Perplex park. It's beautiful here. *The sky is a light blue with nice clouds. They are the kind that look like cotton. They look so soft like you can take a bite out of them...but then again who would fly and take a bite out of cloud that's full of water?
I take out my notebook and decide to describe the scene.
The scene.
The sky's so blue it looks like a screen.
Cotton candy clouds scattered across the sky.
The air taste so crisp.
Gentle winds from the north are so sly
The screams of children playing fill my ears as some of them talk with a lisp.
And here I am capturing the scene.
*view picture. Picture is of the sky.
YOU ARE READING
The Leftovers
Teen FictionI had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
