ckodama24

Beware of good people
No matter of their gifts
Their words, sweet like honey
Or your kinship with them

For nothing hurts more than a broken heart,
Than disappointment from the person you thought you could rely on

Birds sing above me
Their wings helping them to fly
Floating in the sky

The chirps fill the air
Sounding handmade just for me
Floating in the sky

The clouds white and pure
Looking like cotton candy

I stumbled into the doors with a grin, the rain soaking through my shirt. The full spring sun was gone, replaced by the cold harsh winds and their rain and snow. 

The smell of bleach filled my nostrils as the feel of a rough paper towel against my hand scraped against my skin as I wiped down my desk.

The smell of bleach filled my nostrils and a rough paper towel scraped against my skin as I wiped down my desk.