(2019) behold, the beholder

unsorted poetry from those middle school days when every glance feels like the end of the world. truly been a while. // Always saw Always remembered Always thought Always been in my heart Waiting to be set free The song never stops Never closes Never ends For the mind never ends

No one lives for a letdown. No one seeks disappointment. But, somehow, falling doesn't hurt as much as being saved. Now. - - - One-shot story originally posted to FictionPress under my pen name MistyRose14 in June 2008. There is no right or wrong interpretation to this story. Enjoy!