A poem I wrote about someone dying. I'm not sure where the inspration came from, rather where I found it in myself to write it, but I really would love feedback. Thanks, Widuzi. x

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.