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Just a Man I was cold, you made a fire.Just a Man by *TheLunaLily
The logs crackled like applause
while you played your guitar
and sang to me songs of love
of broken roads and crossed stars;
with every note I loved you more.
You brought me flowers-
no, in my mind you did,
and that was all that really mattered.
I kept them pressed neatly
between Byron, Keats, and Shelly
and the lines that made up you.
You said that you had always loved me
and that I was the only one,
but I didn't really listen,
I only heard what I wanted
instead of what was important,
your use of past tense regarding me.
I was wrong, I was wrong,
I made you grander than what you are.
I built y
Lily "Hey, are we going to your house tomorrow?" Eli asked, as he caught up with his friend of now three years, Adric.Lily by ~Southern00Belle
"Nah, dude, my mom wants me to walk over to On Pointe so Lily doesn't have to walk home alone." Adric responded, walking towards the science building, where their next class was starting soon.
"But... Doesn't Nicole work there?" Eli wondered allowed, long before noticing the awkwardness between the two. Adric ignored the question and just slammed the door in his friend's face.
The next day, after school, Adric still found most of his friends waiting for him after school, to which he just shook his head.
"Not today, guys. Got t
Drama Class "Dialogues!" Madam Revera announced cheerfully, slamming down the stack of papers on her desk. Her enthusiasm was mostly met with a chorus of groans from her fifth hour drama class, though a few sat up, looking interested.Drama Class by ~Southern00Belle
"Come now, children! This will be a great chance for you to unleash your inner actor, and to work with someone new!" She smiled fondly at her pupils. "Of course, I will be assigning groups."
This just caused another groan, mostly from the same people as before, but Madam Revera just smiled. "When I say who your partner is, go stand by them."
Picking up the seating chart, she began.
"Muschietta and Oleg!"
A tall, lanky
Euphoric 
Sta.sh
