Cheeseycat

Today I feel very unnoticed. I feel that I am a road or a path My path is dirt and covered with pot holes But her path is paved with tar that is new and shines He has to take one Which will he choose.... He doesn't take a glance at mine He turns and walks on hers Then I am a flower and he is a bee He is surrounded by many flowers His wings begin to buzz He lands on a flower right next to me I was perpared to be greeted Buzzing started again I waited until he flew right by me I thought "How could this be?" "I thought we were friends?" Now I wonder am I visible or am I just a ghost of something we used to be.....friend

So I had to post it like this because it wouldn't allow me to put this up because there wasn't enough words....So enjoy!!   The Silver Box The elevator doors opened. A tall lean man, with a long, coal black winter coat, walked out. He stepped out into a hallway with white tile floors and many doors. On each door were names. He walked up to a door that read "Vice President". He turned the golden doorknob and walked into the office. Before he could sit down a woman walked into the office.  She was tall. Her hair was a dark brown; it was up in a bun. She wore a grey skirt that went down to her knees, a white blouse that had ruffles around th

So how is everyone? Good? Well everyone I am thinkning of stories to put on here and I have a poem that is about my one day at school so enjoy it!