Wednesday Writing 8
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12/21/16
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Wondering
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Sitting alone in my corridor, I often like to ponder,
What the world could be like as I look out yonder.
Would we still be friends? I often like to hope,
But then again, all this wishing is just how I cope.
Even so, I just love wondering about our lives,
I love thinking about what coulda been as I turn my head to the skies.
I love thinking about you, and how grand your life must be,
Even if the occasional thought pops in: do you even remember me?
I often thought of what we were and who we coulda been,
So what if we never woulda worked out together in the end.
I love to wonder and be curious at the thought of all my friends,
Is it bad I'm not sad that we aren't all together, or should I try to make amends?
I often love to look up at my great big glass ceiling,
Wondering if I hope hard enough I'll get some kind of feeling.
Any feeling of course will do;
Sadness, madness, are there any more? I haven't got a clue.
I love to wonder at what my life could be,
If maybe I woulda grown up and stopped being me.
Would you have paused, turned around, looked me in the eyes and stayed?
Or would you have left all the same because you were so afraid.
Or maybe it was me that was always full of fear,
Always so scared to let in those I hold most dear.
I often sit and think of you and every little fray,
That maybe if I hadn't hurt you, you wouldn't have pushed me away.
Or maybe it was me that shoved you along, giving you peace of mind,
I guess even in my own head, I'll never really be kind.
I often like to wonder the same simple little thing:
If I wasn't always so scared, what opportunities could life bring?
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Wednesday Writings
Teen Fiction(Probably the only story I'll update *consistently*) Just a small collection of short little blurbs that I'll update on Wednesdays (cause I like the alliteration) and they can be deep, not so deep, everything. It's a way for me to let emotions out a...
