rollerbladegirl
|
 |
MikeA Story by rollerbladegirl"No one likes an Indian giver," he replies. Keeps pace with me. "It's yours." |
 |
More Than A ConcertA Story by rollerbladegirlBone-jarring cold. It sears my skin. |
 |
Left Alone in My PainA Story by rollerbladegirl"Hope you find someone," he tosses over his shoulder before he struts out the doors. "You were that someone," I wish to say. |
 |
Hopeful GirlA Story by rollerbladegirlHer eyes draw me to her. Red. Not a good sign. |
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This