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

How does one tell,
Secrets kept dear...

It seems like yesterday when we first met,
So young and free we used to be...

Beautiful flowers,
Scents with amazing sweetness...

Leaves falling from trees,
Orange, yellow, and brown tears...

Holiday of scares,
Closets filled with skeletons...

Ever since that one single night,
Everything has changed...

We used to be close,
I used to be the same...

I think you were right...
About the changes in me...

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

I don't know what I want.
I don't know what I need...

She cried all night,
Needing love...