counting all the bricks on the wall
look around the room to see what has changed
counting my steps one by one
noticed the rip on the carpet a week ago
i'm surprised you noticed now
can't hear the fireworks
and the sky isn't blue
Its grey
like i told you yesterday
but instead of counting the numbers around the room
like i usually do
I furrow my eyebrows unintentionally
i'm not looking at you
but did she ever pay me back
that one time in 18.
YOU ARE READING
the opportunity of a lifetime
Poetrya series of poems written at school, also called my 'tiny poems'. all poems and photos are mine; please credit if you use. ☆ ☆ ☆
