Do the see the world as a poem
Do you see it like I do?
Do the words slip through your fingers
Do they slip before you can open your eyes?
Do they slip like I did
Do they slip from the bed when the sky’s dark?
Do you see the word as a poem
Do you see it like she used to?
It was real hard
To cry until I saw the altar
I just couldn’t believe it,
Ya know. ?
These kinda things happen to
Other people, not her
When I was younger, I was
friends with her son
They moved a lot, especially after
The divorce
But we still made time to see each other
We grew apart but
Bubblegum pink lip gloss
You
Chatter in your sleep to
An invisible boyfriend
You stand in a group, fake smiles hastily plastered
Over blond hair
At the mall
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