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Poesia

I write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.

Bubbles

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by MoreThanWhatYouSee20

by MoreThanWhatYouSee20

I'm but a little kid.

Tied to a tree,

With bubbles all around.

...

I see the world with it's people,

with it's groups,

and cliques.

I see all of them like bubbles.

Some big,

Some super small.

Bursting and forming,

Splitting in two.

And I see myself on the outside of the bubbles

Looking at them,

Without having any way of getting in.

I see myself wanting to be a part of them.

But away,

And away they float.

They talk, laugh and play,

All day.

I can't stop them.

I'm in the shade of the tree

So they don't notice me

Hidden with the dark.

They don't notice I'm trying to join.

I'm trying to scream,

But they don't notice.

They only notice that I'm always gonna be there for them.

I'll take care of their every need.

But they don't notice that.

They're worthless bubbles to me.

...

I'm but a little kid.

tied to a tree.

With bubbles all around.