There was yelling everywhere,
gunshots, screams and pleads.
The gun pointed at me,
you saved my life.
She walks the halls in sheer anger.
She breaks the lockers in half,
She goes into the bathroom and cuts herself
Drip, Drip, Drip goes the blood,
Is it my fault?
Can you tell me what I did?
Whatever I did,
She leaned against the brick wall,
Letting him feel her body.
His hands rested gently on her waist,
He looked into her hazel eyes.
A Buddha once said: 'You can close your eyes to things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to things you do not want to feel.'