Finally, I had steered clear of all that guessing. The school bus is already there, and I slipped away from them all as fast as I could. Allison doesn't take the bus ride home, so I didn't bother to get her.
The moment I sat in my seat, I couldn't help but just write. I write out my feelings on a piece of paper, letting it all out. The poems, not so long, but I feel as if I've written enough. I let out just enough negative energy, so I can revert back to my old self.
As I do this, I try to ignore the painful throbbing in my chest.
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"Here I Am Again"
Here I am again, writing another poem
My heart beats for more and aches for him
I think of him as a safe place, my home
But sadly, I cannot say the same for him
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AAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOSH I'M SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING I WAS SO BUSY WITH OUR SCHOOL PLAY THAT I HAD NO TIME FOR OTHER STUFF IM SO SORRY.
Anyways if you're still reading, thank you so much for being patient. I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter.
Sincerely yours,
Lillian Cerulibeth
YOU ARE READING
My Letters To Him
Roman d'amourTick tock The sound of time passing by Scritch scratch My pen moves against the parchment of my letters Thump thump My heart beats as if it would fly I love you I encrypt in every line and every word of my letters *-*-*-*-* Maria Thornton is just a...
