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

NH

16 years old

Poetry

By izz_midnight

observation iii

We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.

The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,

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Poetry

By izz_midnight

observation ii

We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.

The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,

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Poetry

By izz_midnight

observation i

We stand on the dock,
The sun has set,
But I can see your happiness
Even in the dead of night.

The streetlight's on,
The metal is all rusted
And covered in salt,

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