This morning,
the birds sang,
I smiled.
I went to sit under our canopy,
waiting for you,
until the bell rang.
You didn't show.
He didn't show.
She didn't show.
Perhaps none of you even know,
you've left me to plough a field of quicksand.
It seems I have fallen into it.
Your hand is thousands of miles away,
too far to pull me out.
Perhaps none of you even know.
You've gone your way.
Of course, there's nothing to say.
Start a new life.
Find your own twig,
hook it to the tree
and pull and pull and pull yourself free;
until one day, we meet again.
Perhaps none of you even know,
that from today I begin counting the outnumbered days.
And when we meet again,
I promise to sit and listen to you talk of your new ways.
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Emo Poems
PoetryThis isn't necessarily a book that has poems that would completely blow your mind, it's more like a diary. The diary of a lonely teenager who often gets driven by intrusive thoughts and basic paranoia. So, don't expect too much, just read it and int...
