Red Wagon
The wagon was making its final block. Thump-tha-thump... Your heart stopped. The red color of the wagon and heart slipped away, and turned to pale gray. And one day, We had to throw them both away. There was nothing but my memories left, of my grandpa with the red heart who took me on rides around the block, in that red wagon where my thoughts flock. I would give anything to ride one more time in that wagon and hear your beating heart again.
Happy Ever Af…
NARCISSA “NESS” CALLOWAY
Why did we as little girls want to be princesses? Dressing up in light blue and pink when the beauty was raped and the mermaid became the sea How crazy are we to want a fairytale? Because a fairytale is death and I don’t want to die
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