Writing

There has always been something

Blocking me from the world.

I’m sorry if I can’t explain it very well.

One day before the test, and my nerves start to fizzle.

I need to study all I can to make up for the days that I was never in class and never learned anything; Make up for my stupidity and procrastination.

Half a dozen pink hearts 

Strewn across glowing white screen 

Girls guessing at identities 

Of secret beaus 

A link to Spotify 

Once there was a funny goose,

who loved to drink apple juice.

One day things backfired, 

all the apple juice had expired.

The goose then climbed a spruce.

I would 

get up and 

run

out to the yard,

would dance with trees

running up to grab its 

leaves

and spin in my 

pink skirt,

I would pretend

 I was a princess

Grandma used to make lemonade.