Iris was 15
She was an observer
She saw everything
That nobody saw
She had no friends
She didn't seem to want any
Nobody understood
She was alone
She had no one to go home to
To say 'Good Morning' and 'Good night' to
She was on her own
With only her grandmother she only saw once in awhile
She was on her own two feet
But she felt as if she was trying to balance her life
On nothing but her own mind
But she was missing something she couldn't find
She found a broken camera
Something she was determined to fix
Whether it took band aids
Or it took a life time of super glue
She believed in this broken camera
And it went by the name of Asher
YOU ARE READING
Iris and Asher
Poesía~It's so odd how people drift apart Like how people drift away From memories and photographs That always seem to stay and remain the same~ A short story on how opposites could try and attract
