Memories

To Daddy:

No matter how much I cling it slowly slips away
And All those vivid colors are fading into gray

That golden gleam is now a red rust
And those snow white pages are coated in dust

The burning brilliance that was you has turned to ash
And that fiery soul has vanished in a flash

That beautiful face has faded with time
But it wasn't so long ago I called you mine

Hard work

So I am currently writing not one but three stories: New-chapter eleven, Koyoto-prologue,The Servant Girl- the prologue first have of chapter one. Then I have to write a script for my theatre class, and poems for the magazine at school. I'm extremely lucky the speech season is over for now, because my grades have taken a nose dive. Hopefully I can pull them back up. By hopefully I mean I will pull them back up. It's either that or not going to prom, and I already have a dress. On the bright side I didn't spend that much on the dress. Only fifteen dollars. So wish me luck.
P.S. If any of you are good at Spanish I could use the help!