Beautiful Night

[literate_lush]

It was now twelve minutes past eleven. Eleven, the time he was supposed to meet me, at our spot. He was never late…if anything I was the late one. He was always prompt and on time. I kicked a rock and listened to it skip along the dusty road. No foot steps to be heard, where could he be? The moon was almost full, and it glistened against the sliver

Comments

[toldbyher]

wow. that was good. it is more poety than a book. i like it. i wonder who that is about blue eyes lol.

hey

[thefallen1_666]

ADD ME......wow that was really good...............hm....i can def relate :sigh:...............yeah.......ttyl......wheneva ya want byezzzzzzzzz.