The hours spent of boredom
Yellow pencils scrape the graphite letters on the...
There they sat
Two chairs of faded blue...
I look deep
down into the swells...
Just another day
One of those ones that just hurt deep down...
She uses her gloves to cover them up;
The scars and the fresh cuts...
Tears slide down my face
As I trace...
Fragile do not break
Do not plunge with wooden stake...