When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
People to read this.
If it's people I don't know
But trust more than people I do know anyway
Then, why not?
But if you share it
With someone I do know
It kills everything in me.
The reason I write
Is to vent.
So I vent about the people I know.
That means
I never want them
To read this.
"You realize
If we do this
It's like going back in time,"
I tell you,
I tell you,
Over and over and over.
You don't listen.
You've never listened.
I look at him.
He looks at me.
We're both holding back laughter.
The elevator doors won't open,
And worse than that,
We're stuck in here
With a lot of other
Random
People
Who we don't know!
Into the meadow we run together,
Faces shining in the sun.
Beneath the starry sky we wander,
'Til what we seek is done.
We play and we laugh
We joke and we splash
In the waters of a shimmering lake.
Comments
Very relatable.
Thanks!
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