We had eachother for Newspaper,
You were Head Editor and I was just a Reporter.
One day we had food court, I had lost my friends
And decided to go to the library because that's where all lost souls go
I was facing the books and looking out the window when
I felt a hand tap on my shoulder
I turned around andIt
Was
You
We sat down and talked for an hour, but felt like minutes
At one point you asked me
'Who do you like?'To which I replied
'No one'Which of course was a lie
VOUS LISEZ
My Gatsby [On Hold]
Poésie"You wanted everything, to be liked, admired At some point you even wanted me But you can't have everything, you end up losing things while chasing that Impossible. Dream. I was one of those things" © Salcido 2016 all rights reserved