• roo! •
he called after me
as detention finished
and i walked out of the classroom.
• yeah. what? •
i said
expecting nothing less
than for him to go on about this girl
who was so perfect.
• you left your book in the classroom •
he said innocently
handing me my notepad
that i hadn't drawn on in years
because there was no time for me
only time for others
(yet it was the only object
i constantly carried around.)
• thanks. •
i said simply
and walked off.
YOU ARE READING
shaded wings
Poesiaher wings would bloom when the pencil drew shades of black and white and tare into two when her body flew into the camouflage of night her heart was sewn to anyone but her own forgetting to love herself but there's a boy that knows his love for he...
