you're so easy to write.
you're tiny and fit between words easily
i'll stick you in the story between the bully and his redemption
or maybe with the lot of the villain's prisoners
or just in the middle of a busy highway.
i'll drag you across the pages
until you're ragged and raw
i'll build your storyline up
then i'll knock you back down.
you make it so easy
with your shallow character and predictable impulses
i'll write you in an hour
paste you inside in less
and then when i feel like it
(if i feel like it)
i'll delete you
in no time at all.
hahahaha formatting hahahahahaha someone show me the way
EXT. WASTELAND – LATE AFTERNOON
Isle sits on Herbert’s shoulder as he walks. The two enter a forest of dead and dying trees....
There was once a young girl
who wore not but a frown
told again and again
to turn it upside down.
So one day she did it
using stitches and pins
she twisted her frown
til it looked like a...
"We're surrounded! Where do we go now?"
"They're on to us!" said the Secret. "Hide me, quick!"
My love letters are your scrap papers.