What do you do when I'm not around?
When I can't make it?
When my presence is lacking?
Do you anxiously await my return, twiddling your thumbs, counting the hours till my arrival?
Do you simply not mind? Do you continue on your day, giving no thought about where I might be?
Or Are you happy?
Does my absence simply fill you with joy? Do you bask in your exuberance, knowing I shan't be there to disturb you? Do you prattle and gossip about me to my other supposed "friends" as they simply nod in agreement with every little remark that leaves your mouth?
I try to stray from being a bother,
But...
Do you enjoy when I'm not around?
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I'm so fucking tired of exams
YOU ARE READING
A simple book without much meaning -rant
PoésieCopyright © 2017 A bunch of useless poems that relate to life and stuff. Also imma use it as like a journal to record things.
