The floors of high school
used to be the ground I would roll over
laughing as
loud, hard and uncontrollably
as could be
weekly, and sometimes daily,
my cheeks would ache,
my eyes would water,
drops on the ground,
each one, would count,
for the happiness I had found,
slowly, times were changing,
yet, faster than I could chew,
now, the grounds are no longer for laughter,
they have shifted to something new,
my cheeks no longer ache from joy,
tears no longer mean the same,
everything feels dull and grey,
it has been such a while,
for all of this has gone astray,
my cheeks are aching for a smile.
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PoeziePoems from the heart. Every once in a while, I get inspired, and let my hand write. If you'd like to, read some of it, and leave a comment :)
