jumpers

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

 

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

I'm floating around life again;

I'm thinking about my future

 

And knitted fabric and torn up sleeves

Hug me like no one else could.

Each one tells a story

no one else could know. 

 

So I pick it up off the floor,

And get up myself,

Tug at my sleeves and curl up,

These clothes are my call for help.

Posted in response to the challenge Sweater.

izz_midnight

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16 years old

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