You know how weird it is. How complicated you are. The way you make people feel, the way you break hearts. If people are lucky, a ring, a ceremony, a whole life. If you're unlucky,
a tear, a testimony, a knife.
Isn't it weird how it makes you feel, watching others, wanting to be like them. Isn't it weird how people chase after other people. Isn't it weird how people who were "acknowledged" feel denied. Isn't it weird how I'm ranting to people through letter? Isn't it weird?
YOU ARE READING
People
Short StoryLetters are nice. Lets play a game. I will not be letting this be up on Wattpad for long so read it while you have the chance to, "Guns and Ships and so the battle Shifts". To : Mackenzie You It Them They This
