staring at the clock
hearing its continuous tick-tock
sighing, breathing out
as i wait for time to pass
home alone
without another soul
hearing the loud silence
present in my atmosphere
gaze still on the clock
not wanting to test my luck
so i lay there, quiet
without another thought
p.s. sorry if this made no sense. i'm just bored... and lazy because of the holidays.
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
