The NightThe Night Kodie BeckleyThe Night
The night, the stars, the moon. Me.
On the swing, deep in thought. Her.
What is she doing, thinking, dreaming? Distance.
Is she happy, okay, is she even there? Feelings.
The night, the stars, the moon. Us. Forever.
Too LateToo Late Kodie BeckleyToo Late
The young man is standing on the building. The homes, the offices, everything beneath him. On top of the world.
The people below know nothing of his pain. The pressure, the broken heart, all of it unkown. No one cares to learn.
The lies about him are horrid. The rumors, the insults, spreading without thought. It needs to end.
The stairs to the roof are confusing. The hurt, the pain, the emotions are overwhelming. He makes his decision.
His foot is over te edge above busy streets. The sneakers, the
First one
Thanketh thee! thou hast added mine work to thine ye olde Favorites List.
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I'm gonna do something really important for the world, then I'll get a sandwich named after me
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