Friends

Together, sitting, writing, talking.

Sharing dreams for the future.

Hoping we'll still be friends years from now, when we don't see each nearly every day.

Hoping that we'll visit each other often, no matter where each of us are.

Laughing as we soar high together, feet never touching the ground.

Dreaming of a life where I see you every day, no matter how old I am.

I don't believe in soulmates, romantic or platonic.

But if I did, you'd be my platonic one.

My best friend.

For as long as the earth spins.

Posted in response to the challenge Valentine's Day.

Black pen writing a novel

Creativity641

VT

14 years old

Poetry

By Creativity641

Finding Hope

Finding hope can be hard sometimes, in this world where people are trodden on with little thought, and certainly no apologies.
But I still try.
Every day.

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Poetry

By Creativity641

We Can’t Let Him Win

I could ramble on all day about the ethics of all the things our country’s done.
But I won’t.
Instead I’ll say this one thing: it’s going to happen again.

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Poetry

By Creativity641

Don't Shame the Victim

Walking home alone.
She spots a man nearby.
He whistles, shouts a lewd comment.
She tries to ignore him at first.
He yells again.
She calls back, laughing nervously, "Maybe another time!"
He doesn't listen.

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