Bubbles Without A Bath

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big sphere.

You say it was a misunderstanding,

But each of the silhouetted memories

Of your habit-

you ridiculed me.

Pouts and questions define your judgement,

You play a facade of concern.

No more-

Find another game to play in the time

You spent with those bubbles

Without even touching them.

For where is the truth in a room full of bubbles

And no bath in sight to wash them all off?

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Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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