i walk to my locker,
expecting another prank,
from those dorks,
but i get something worse.
as i open it,
photos,
photos of you.
you, who left me.
tears flow like a river.
and i run out back home.
and sulk, with their laughter
echoing in my head.
YOU ARE READING
white balloons : cpn ✔️
General Fiction" I'm guilty of you passing away, I was the course wasn't I? But what is my fate? If I'm not the culprit, Who is? Death was only doing his job.." But does he know, a change of fate is coming his way.. In the most unexpected manner. PLEASE NOTE first...
