Late afternoon. Finishing my errands. Next up, homework.
As I made my way to my room, saw a photograph of us. Blinked my eyes, took steps towards my room,
Grabbed my notes, read the guidelines.
______________________________
| "Write something about, |
| you and what you can |
|share about love" ||____________________________|
Is this really my day?
I have nothing to say about love.
It just reminds me of my pathless past.
If I have something to say about love, it'll be all about hatred.
Well, its still my homework, and I think I could manage. I will tell everything in paper. Express myself. And as I write, you read with me.