RobinVirga

They'd make dirty love among the sheets The liberation at the idea of what they could be A foreign girl in a foreign city Unsure of where she stands But sure of what she wants 'Who the fuck cares?' he would shrug She'd gasp his name late at night Face pressed into the pillow Laughing with the shamelessness of it all He'd sing her vintage punk And she would read him Nietzsche 'This is youth' she would smile He'd show her how to lose her mind Snatching her words And spinning the fantastic from them Finally, towards the end of their last night She'd press her hands to his face 'I'm gunna make sure you never forget me' she would

I quickly made my way through the clustered halls of the dreadful high school that I attended. Pushing through the crowds was always something that I hated doing; what if I hurt someone? I soon slowed down though when I reached a corridor that was hardly crowded. I was on my way to the art rooms, I always loved them. I usually drew pictures of the scenery around me and I did portraits of the people that asked. I always loved seeing someone smile when I gave them my drawings. Most people would think that I would be dark and morbid with the way that I sometimes dress, but they are far from it. I was possibly one of the happiest people that you