Empty spaces,
Leave room for more,
When people crowd,
I don't know what for.
I want to breathe,
But there's no air,
They're in my bubble,
They're everywhere.
Crowded rooms,
Driving me out,
I'll leave a space,
They'll ask what it's about.
I move away,
To leave room for more,
When people crowd,
I don't know what for.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
