Poems from PreciousTheBrave
When he opened the door and he came in, she couldn't believe it.
When he asked the night, she couldn't believe it.
When they were on the...
There are desks and "teachers", who speak but it's not teaching.
There are kids and rooms that try to pass as classes
but are really cells...
... I like you.
I kiss you.
I hug you.
I hold you.
I hit you.
I fight you.
I beat you.
I hate you.
I can't stand you!
I want you.
I need...
Open window,
Silent rain,
Another slam,
Another "BANG!"
Balled fist,
Raw knuckles,
...