maelynslavik

swift locks of golden hair belonging to—

a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,

guitar stained with teardrops,

that is worn out by playing her song.

golden fireworks blazing from the sky—

looking up at the sky,

i can understand

why ancient people thought

the earth was flat

and the sky was a dome

our own personal snow globe

only,

we're trapped in it.

now we know

The school's rubble lay in front of us. We were close enough to climb around it if it weren't for that damn fence that prevented us. It was one of those wire fences that would surround a school's playfield, and it was covered by a tarp.

I see a Soul behind your eyes. 

Soulful, and 

Wholly Loving. 

You sometimes lash out, but 

It is not your fault. 

You are new to this, and I will