Sometimes
When I wish I were away
Or when my parents get angry
Or my sister's friends bother me
I go
I just walk
And sit down when I get tired
Usually it's in grass
I like the smell of grass
It's soothing
Something that has always been mine
Wherever I go
Whenever I go
Grass
The sweet, earthy, sour smell
Of grass
I lay down, sometimes
And I look at the forever changing,
never changing sky
I think
I think about life
And about what I want
What I want to be
Which I still haven't decided
I think anything would be nice
As long as I get out of here
YOU ARE READING
Marilyn
PoesíaMarilyn is perfect. Marilyn is beautiful. Marilyn is flawless. Marilyn doesn't know me. But I'd like to think I know her. [This is a work in progress!!!many more parts will come out!!!]
