If we got stuck
In an elevator
Would we have a real conversation
For once?
Could I make you laugh
If we were in an elevator
Would you trust
Me enough to cry be scared feel
Things I wonder
What goes on in your head?
In an elevator
Would you be less shy
Would I be less shy
Than I am with you
Talk like normal?
I used to wonder
But I don’t anymore
I don’t think
Elevators would change
Anything.
Would they?
Posted in response to the challenge Stuck.
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
Sat down drew
on a piece of paper
the land
we knew.
Sat down drew
lines between
us
----
them
it's a squiggle here
decided,
the river's clear
ly a bound
Even if was never
About legacy
Your memory
Cannot mean nothing
Your family
Should remember you
And admittedly
No matter what we say
This
Is true.
So who
Will speak
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