Friendship isn't so complicated,
When you're nine years old.
Anyone you sat by for a while
Became your best friend.
Playing with friends was easy.
All you had to do was smile and laugh,
And do stuff together.
My young mind didn't know bias.
It was the most confusing feeling,
To see a friend cry because of attention.
His face wet with jealousy and to him,
An unfair distribution of me .
The unusual silence hurt him.
Oblivious was I as why he cried,
But he made me sad too,
So I cried with him, being the girl I am.
Later I learned what that emotion was.
A coveted feeling for what someone has. A pang of jealousy.
An object, a job, beauty, good food, a partner...
Or more specifically.. Given Attention.
Just giving attention.
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When The Soul Is Silent
PoesiaWhat do you do... When you have so much to say.. So much on your mind... but nothing escapes your lips? What do you do... When you have nothing to say... Your mind empty like death... and the cold feeling forms inside? What do you do... When you fee...
