He pulls away, setting his forehead against hers instead. "This isn't a show." He whispers. "We shouldn't be letting people look on." `````````` Jason:
"What's to come." He says, looking back out at the sky.
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
I only know that learning to believe in the power of my own words has been the most freeing experience of my life. It has brought me the most light. And isn't that what a poem is? A lantern glowing in the dark. — Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X