Maybe I could disappear.
Walk under the stars, of the vast astrosphere. In the middle of the night, the worn path under sight. Red planes above, mid flight.
Maybe I could disappear. Into the dark, going far and far to the railroad bridge near which we live.
I could disappear.
Stand tall and feel the wind blow my hair. Experience the pull of gravity during the drop.
Maybe I should dissapear.
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Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
