Asher was 15
He was clueless
In love with film making
He was great with people
He had many friends
They all seemed to love him
Until rumors fly
And he was alone
He was too blind to see
People were drifting away
People didn't want to be
With a person like Asher Gray
He was finally alone,
Until he saw a broken flower
Something he was determined to fix
Whether it was with tape
Or the soothing sound of his words
He believed in a broken flower
Who was called Iris
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Iris and Asher
شِعر~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
