{ i finished it. }
{ what? }
{ i finished the book. }
{ oh
that's great hayden.
did you like it? }
{ you might not want it back. }
{ ...why? }
{ meet you at my place at six? }
{ okay. }
i threw the phone on my bed
and begged mum to get into the car.
but of course;
she was sleeping.
probably dead.
i found her car keys.
• fine.
i'll do it myself. •
YOU ARE READING
shaded wings
Poetryher 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...
