This is a poem I wrote in response to the fact that education should be safe, based on school shootings. Thank you for reading. :) <3 Here is a decent chunk of the hate I am carrying around. An ode to all the victims out there.
I had a feeling, this was the beginning of something BIG. I felt it in the air by tbanarchy I've posted before how I'm a guitar player and have played for years.
She sings with the grace of a harp and the loudness of a trumpet. Cyrene is surprised when she finds that the person playing her guitar in the middle of the night is no regular human being—he's a ghost—or so he claims. This handsome ghost, Hayden, has an amazing af... When you find your person. This is a poem/warning for those who play stringed instruments ☺
Felt natural after today.