adelaine
I sit on the ground of the roof, crossing my legs over each other. It was kind of my 'secret place' no one ever comes up onto the roof. They all go to work or stay inside, so I don't have to worry about anyone messing it up. I stare over the big city of London; the weather wasn't the best, slightly cloudy and quite cold. I tug my cream sweater down my wrists and onto my hands, attempting to keep them warm. I take out my journal from under my arm and place it on the edge of the roof opening it onto the next clear page.
I inhale the air coming from the crowded city of London. I close my eyes for a moment admiring the peace for once. I open them and look back down at my joural that was laying there on the edge of the roof, the pages waving around because of the wind. I take a pen out if my front pocket and grab my joural, placing it onto my knee, and begin writing.
Fears.
No one admits them
For someone could use them against you
Blackmail, Threats, or just for fun
But there comes a time, when we must face them
Some will choose to run
Some will choose to stay
I ran.
For me, I'm sure you'd like to know
And I might just tell you
In fact, I have a few fears
Ask if you want, I will tell
I'm sure I can trust you
But I don't know that
However, I will only tell you one
And do not ask for more
Because, your worst fear
May come alive
If it seems impossible
Then I guess your safe
But then again,
In this world
This time
Is anything really impossible
Stick around a while
You might just find out
