Sep 09, 2004 20:52
Not at the moment. I suppose not. bleeding trees begin to rot. blind children being taught. Holy Ghosts flying above. In my religion class he's a dove. I stole Jimmy H.'s glove. Valentines being passed around. Mind has fallen to the ground. silly Jimmy doesn't know. My love for him is as pure as snow. Too young to notice, too happy to care, he ignores me and my lovely stare.