Reid@YWP

your subtle beauty, 

your softness,

your smooth finish.

one could make from you 

in a few moments venus de milo or rushmore

or something rough in the style of rodin 

How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down. 

Friendship

Is magic to me.

The light in your eyes

The glow in your smile

The thoughtful pause

Before you speak.

Your laugh and your joy

Your heartache and pain

How sometimes

We even talk

I do not wish to turn back time. I don't wish to go back to when I was a kid and things were simple, chasing bugs, enjoying dirt, and playing with beyblades.