EverlastingWaves

I stare straight ahead
determined not to cry
I look between the faces
of the people
who are making me choose
Friend or lover? I ask myself
The person
you would follow 
to the end of the earth

I stare sadly
at the small 
make-shift grave
in the back yard
I'm beset by emotions
I will forever miss
the loud bark
that brought me back
to reality
on the cold 
dreary days
I will miss the shaggy fur

I am what they call
an obedient child
but I have my fair share
of thoughts of rebellion
and here is one of them.
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Why must we follow
the rules that have been written
on an old piece of parchment?

A soft, shy, butterfly of a person. Someone who wants to lace dreams together. Me.

A single 
small thought
creeps into my mind.
Open me, it says,
like it's a tresure chest.
It clings to the very edge
of the sea of thoughts,
not wanting to let go.
I peer at it,
scared to open it

Some say I shouldn't write
they say I should do something more
'productive'
that I shouldn't be useing my thoughts
in words
but I should be yelling them outs
some say I shouldn't chase my dreams
they say I should be