Writing On The Wall

I remember the way your hair looked in rollers the first night you slept in your new room. You had bags under your eyes just like your dad, and I kinda knew why. I always seem to just know. The comforter on the bed was thin and had strange pink and blue pastel colored dots or some sort of design. I had no idea what kind of impact you would have on my future. The entire time I knew you I didn’t get a glimpse of what was bothering you, I just saw how it made you feel. If there was anything I could have […]