I sigh and rub his shoulder with my hand. "Calm down, it is going to be okay." I say. Then the worst possible thing happens, his friends come in. "Sh*t." I say
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I swear in my head and push past them. I try to pull Joe through, but his hand is no longer in mine. I look back to him. "Joe." I say, trying to get his attention on me.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
My eyes set on her, then her neck, before flickering to whoever's beside me as they pat me on the shoulder. I hear their blood rushing through their veins, hear their heart pumping as if it's my own.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside