What I fear…

What is it that scares me you ask? Is the exams, I take, and do not ace? Or is it dragons that walk these halls, Who spite me, and I spite doubly back? Or is it petty little spies they send, To watch me, touch my things, influence my head? A title I sought, I did…

Love letters to a dear friend

Why do I not give up on you, you wonder sometimes. Looking in the mirror, she appreciates her beauty. “Is it my great beauty that he is after?” she thinks. Her long locks, flowing down her back, she strokes. “It is surely my beautiful hair, that entrance him!”, she says out loud. And then, later,…