There are things you know
Without knowing,
For me It wasn't friends,
I had failed miserably at that.
I would not constantly meet their expectations.
It wasn't laying my head on my lovers chest ,
And letting his fingers play with my hair either,
It was my dusty Mahogany chair.
Where I would sink after a long day.
Paper and pen in hand.
It always felt like coming back home after a long time.
There time would fly,
And I would find solace,
In the sound of pages turning ,
And my pen dancing on paper.
YOU ARE READING
I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
