[may 21st 2019]
Dear Grey,
You stopped by my house to show me what you've written. Your words are like the most beautiful lilac skies, painting vibrant and beautiful images across the walls of my brain. You're an excellent poet, and while I insist that they're perfect, you still want them to be polished and beautiful.
But darling, they already are.
They're already lovely in all their rawness, and in all the little mistakes here and there. It only makes it perfect. Not every line has to rhyme. Stop insisting otherwise.
YOU ARE READING
Grey
Teen FictionIn which two boys paired up for an English project unknowingly write love stories about each other and share ideas.
