The Elevator
I was rushing to class, wishing
That time would stand still
All because I was running late.
I pressed the circle shaped button
As I waited impatiently for the
Elevator to arrive.
The shiny, silver door slides open
With a mechanical moan.
Besides myself, a lady, with long
Raven colored hair, wearing a
Black shirt and jeans outfit
And matching black tennis shoe
Entered the elevator.
I was in my corner of the elevator.
I looked up at the stranger, but she
Glared back at me with Icy, piercing,
Ebony pair of eyes that sends chills
Within my guts and soul.
As the elevator stopped, I rushed to
Class.
 BUZZ911LIGHTYEAR · Thu Sep 08, 2005 @ 03:34am · 0 Comments |
