How soothing it was to look at her. To watch her write beautifully her philosophy lesson,
Watch her steady calmly her books,
Listen to her talking slowly to the teacher,
Look at all the colors she carried.
I wanted to be like her,
I wanted to have a life as organized as hers,
I wanted to love someone and never get bored,
to stay in love even after the bad times,
I wanted to get good marks and be as intelligent as her, without even trying,
I wanted my parents to be proud of me,
Like hers seemed to be proud of her
(Even though mine already are)
I wanted my life to be as steady as her school bag,
As colorful as her wardrobe,
As pretty as her face,
As calming as her voice.
YOU ARE READING
My loved ones; a journey.
Poetry“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
