tayuya-demonic-flute

I stare at Bo's body so pale and numb How could I have been so dumb Bo's expression is so hurt I know these remorseful feelings with always lurk ~ -X- ~ I'm the only one there to say good-bye Bo didn't know anyone else, she was so shy The priest says a prayer   I don't bow my head I just continue to stare ~ -X- ~ The heavens weep And so do I as Bo is buried way down deep The tears flow and flow The priest says I should go ~ -X-~ I shake my head and refuse I clutch Bo's lace as I begin to muse On her grave I lay a single rose I miss Bo and I know it shows ~ -X- ~ On Bo's grave stone the Gravestone that stands all

Taboo By: Cheyenne Moore Chapter one S t a r t i n g   S c h o o l Waking up, that was the worst thing in the world to me. For one, I had to return to this horrible world. Not that I had ever experienced a dream before, we couldn’t, but I still hated this world. The other reason I hated waking up would have to be how painful it was. Horribly painful. Odd, I know, but let’s see how you feel when all of the organs in your body are restarted after you’ve been pretty much dead for eight hours. I took deep breaths the same as always, since my lungs were always so reluctant. After everything was working correctly, I stood up.