Writing

If anyone ever called me beautiful, I don't know what I'd do..

I'm used to being pretty but not that pretty.

Plain but not ugly.

I've never been called beautiful.

Beautiful is for people who match some standard.

The sky smiles when you laugh and so do I.

Even though we barely know each other, I feel as though I've known you for a million years.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

Everything I've seen and all that I haven't.

“Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw / With ravine, shriek’d against / his creed—” - Lord Alfred Tennyson

Yes, you are a Man!

You, sir, are no beast, so

Every Day I sit

In a spine-crushing chair.

And I’m not sure how I take it,

The nicotine in the air

Do the others even care?

I’m shaking in my chair.

I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no.

Green plastic on the ground

Green plastic on the leaves

Green plastic all around

Green plastic in the air

Where is the grass?