He cried for help, but there was no one left, he was done, failed the test. He sat there silent, drenched in tears. He can finally say aloud, what he truly fears.
By Vanna Skeith7 years ago in Poets
She was in pieces, yet he perceived her as whole. It didn’t matter what she told him, he thought he could play the role. He approached her, only the best intentions in mind. She shot him down, and left no bullets to find.