chaccoon
One. Two. Three.
Strands overlapping,
Weaving
In and out,
In and out.
One strong hold.
United.
Together.
Braided.
Looking over,
He touched me.
With his eyes
He so obviously craved
The feel
Of skin on skin.
He touched me,
Brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.
Alcohol on his breath
And smoke on his skin.
He touched me,
And never have I felt so-
Disturbed.
He touched me,
And I sat there.
Not uttering a word.
School. Stress. Work. Stress. Grades. Failing.
Failing has such an negative connotation to it. Failing is often seen as a bad thing--failing will get a person no where in life--when failing should be seen as something positive. Learn from the mistakes and learn to correct them. You will get farther in life if you fail and learn than if you pass and cheat.
She stood there waiting for him. The air was cold and brisk and white snow began to feather the air.
“He’ll never show.” She thought. “He hasn’t shown up since his first big gig.”
He stood there on stage with his bass and microphone, sinning a love song that wasn’t about her.