i call this one....love note

Write a love note
Never to be sent

Take it, keep it, hide it.
Always hiding. Hide the smile
Hide the affection
Hide the love
Hide it from everyone.

Keep it small
Keep it contained
Keep it always hidden
Hidden from everybody.

Scribble initials on notebook corners
And gum wrappers.
Write it but tear it out,
Ball it up
Throw it away.
Keep it hidden
Keep it safe.

Sneak pictures when he’s not looking.
Get the eyes
Get the smile
Get the beauty
Save the image. Never to forget.
But never let anyone see.
Never let anyone guess.
Never let anyone know.

The truth would make you prisoner.

i know i know. seasons and more seasons. big deal

all the leaves dropped on the brand new snow fall.

more amazing colors

right before the snow fell

snowy/ rainy worlds

mixed seasons

i love seeing all the green still in the world when snows trying so hard to cover it all up. it snows and all the green leaves drop like rocks!

the leaves on the top make it look like an iced cake with candles stuck on top. cute, right? haha

the note scene

She angrily ripped the note from her pocket. Tearing off the bottom portion with the forbidden words he would never see, she handed him the lined paper. The blue stripes reminded her of the classic prison uniforms Hollywood convicts wore in her imagination. She knew that with every word they spoke, with every moment they spent together she was getting closer and closer to wearing that black and white jumpsuit.
Her tight fist held the bottom half of the note. Her rainbow polished fingernails made indentations in her palm, and she felt her pounding heartbeat in her pressed fingertips.
They talked. They fought. She yelled. He grunted and huffed hearty sighs. They touched; a hand on the shoulder, a teasing tug of her braid. They joked. They laughed. They smiled. They apologized.
He read the note out loud. "I am not like Amber. Amber humiliated you in front of people who cared about you. Amber called you creepy. Amber almost had you and lost you because of her own idiocy. I am not like Amber."
He smiled smugly and tucked the folded paper into his jacket pocket.
His grin confused her. So many hinting signals. So many dropped lines and half suggested compliments. Tongues bitten to suppress voicing desires. She didn't know what to make of it all. And her innate curiosity and urge to delve deep and explore every topic of conversation that was brought up scared her. She refused to give in to these temptations, knowing the phrase, "And one thing led to another," all too well.
She would not know what his smiles meant until June. The thirteenth of June. She had to physically stop herself from counting down the days. Till it was safe. Till it was legal. If it came up before then it would not be because of something she had said. It would not be her doing.
They smiled. They joked. They agreed. They said goodbye. They walked away.
And as her back turned to him and her feet carried her away from everything that called out to her heart, she reverently took the crumpled ball of paper from her pocket. Her fingers uncurled the creased and wrinkled note. Four words, the lines, thin and crooked on the soft page stared back at her. The forbidden words. The conclusion of the note he seemed to be so proud of. Her dirty, destroying secret.

"Amber didn't love you."