Penguin81

I used to know you

every little kink in your brain

how your eyes would flash when you were upset

and your glasses reflected your anger

you were an open book to me

and I can still read it - here's the hard part

Wanna know my truth?

No you don't

The world's a hard place but right now it feels so much harder

there's people actually hurting but I'm hurting too

fake hurting

fake fake fake

Right now

you just want to play in the snow

but your snow fort melted

your tunnel is gone

your snowsuit is caked with mud

the world is gray and dreary

and here comes springtime with the illusion of warmth

Everything I love

most in the world

many things - an

elemental

table of feeling - a

train to somewhere else.