You know that feeling when you want something, something you believe not to be real.
Love is what people want.
Well I'm not normal, what I want I know Does not exist.
A invisibility cloak.
But even if it physically doesn't not exist I make it exist.
It seems to work really well, but in my opinion too well.
Look when I want to be alone it works fine, but when I want you too notice me it's works too good.
I'm an empty seat, a spec of dust on the pavement, invisible.
My voice is not loud enough, yet too loud.
My cloak has made me figure out, it's never going to be you and me.
I just hope that my invisibility cloak won't disappoint me again.
Not again like it did with you.
Now I am the same as people, I'm wanting love, something unreal.
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poesíatake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
