Ryan Greenwood Creative Writing Blog

Advanced English and lunch period two,
every other day we would
walk throughout the white tiled school.
Four long years our friendship stood.

So like strolling on a glass littered floor was
walking with a friend so heavily ladened
with chains worn as jewelry,
and apathetic towards someone to save him.

Never realizing that his broken
center could be swapped for another
pure heart to call his own.
If only he would become my adopted brother.

Ryan Greenwood