Tell Him

March 10, 2008
By Kala Wachenschwanz, Athens, OH

Tell him
I've gone away
There is no coming back
I'll run and can be found in his
pocket.

Hiding
Look her she comes
Running away from her
Don't let her see me; stay away
From mirrors

Roses
Will be crying
The ground will be broken
A spirit lit in 1910
Is buried


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!