She lays there alone,
remembering so many memories...

-Story
I was inspired to write when I saw a picture of a...

It sees the watching hand go by,
without and awkward notion...

You get me thinking,
my mind turning...

Down the corridor she walked on,
heavy hands of shadows caressed her small figure...

"No, you had your chance, just leave me...
Those words hurt the most...

Deep in the ocean, that the clearest blue...
Tiny bubbles float across the everyday world...

Like a petal falling down,
from the most beautiful flower...

I wasn't thinking,
it was wrong, so foolish...

Is there something in this planet left for love,
mean less words to show one's affection...

She held the paper tightly in her hands,
scrunching it up with her sweaty palms...

The small splashes of water sprinkled her face,
the little laughter coming from friends surrounded...