maelynslavik

will you still kiss me if I am ugly

will you still love me if I am lazy

will you still want me if I break you

will you still care for me if i am not perfect 

will you still wait for me if I  am not patient

Like a gear slowly rusting 

With feet like cement 

We are zombies of snow and sleet 

Brain fog taking control 

I see stars 

shining in the night sky 

and a soul. 

  My name is Noelle.  I come from a wealthy family living in Colorado.  His name is Jeremiah.  He moved with his family from New Mexico.  His family is quite poor.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy, out of all the boys in town, had trouble reading. So, he asked the sky for help. He asked her, "Oh dear sky, whatever shall I do?