As many strobes flash,
A hand tugs me along,
It feels to me to be away...
From problem
From pain
From loneliness.
As we run back in to the strobes,
Us five or more dance in the corner,
And I realize why I was here:
Not for game
Not for popularity
Not for cope.
I was here for them,
And as the strobes go off,
I know my friends,
More as family than as friends.
In this place of flashing lights,
I realize,
Why I keep going.
-SM
(P.S. Cinnibunny , the pic is for you)
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Poems from the Heart
PoetryJust poems I write about how I feel and why I don't actually feel up to stuff sometimes. DO NOT TRY TO HURT ANYONE OR DISS ANYONE IN THE COMMENTS. I WILL SNAP BACK,REPORT,OR DELETE. Thank you!
