'You read the words of amateur willing to grow
But with every try I receive a blow....
The world is cold and plain, almost like snow
I tried to choose warmth and make it flow.....
But no, my opinions alongside others never did go'
Madeline lay on her bed with her book and pen once again, she found she had gotten some new ideas on what to add to her incomplete poem. She had been in her room all day, she had cried, ate little, slept restlessly, taken a shower to cleanse herself of the sweat and tears, and then she has returned room bed taking her book with her.
She hates being in here, she hated the silence, the anxiety.
Why had he left like That? Did he really think nothing of the kiss? Of her...
She tried pushing the thought out, she tried focusing on anything buy the kiss , on him
