I used to be so scared of love.
I didn't know what it really meant to feel that...

The lines are intimidating,
They radiate blue perfection from the page...

What do I do when you say you hate me?
What do I do when you leave again...

A year has past,
And still I wait...

The ground is hard,
Impenetrable...

Water dries slowly on my windowsill,
The sun fades from the horizon...

This was my part of the Creative Writing's Talent...
How many times have you walked down these halls...

Held in the grip of the Reaper,
I watch my friends slink away...

Running.
Can't you feel it...

Breathe,
In and out...

It hides its own secrets,
And doesn't know why...

Your words speak confusion.
Your body claims need...