• Greta wrote about the word shape 2 years, 2 months ago

    His eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. I want to draw them so badly, those beautiful, soul-staring eyes. Oh, to trace their curves and drifts! Ecstacy.

  • Greta wrote about the word obsessed 2 years, 2 months ago

    Him. Agh. That’s all I can think of. The way his blue, blue eyes stare into my soul. He barely knows I exist. Obsessed. That’s how I always get. When I fall, there’s no coming back.

  • Greta wrote about the word statement 2 years, 2 months ago

    Bold. She walks down the halls and no pair of eyes diverges. She is tall, confident, beautiful. She is gold.

  • Greta wrote about the word bee 2 years, 2 months ago

    Flitting about, you decide to land on my scarf. I brush you off. There’s something on my hand. No, not a thing.. PAIN. Why do you sting me so?

  • Greta is in the house. 2 years, 2 months ago