when your mom
and your sister
and your best friends
are gone on a trip
you were never
even invited to,
it gets a little lonely.
YOU ARE READING
𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
Poetry❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ❞ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵏ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ • my poems as i write them.
not invited
when your mom
and your sister
and your best friends
are gone on a trip
you were never
even invited to,
it gets a little lonely.
