(or i cry happy)
this morning i was the sunrise. the sky was too beautiful not to look at & i finally knew how the birds felt. flying through an upsidedown ocean.
i was the lake on the outskirts of a city full of people wondering through the streets of their lost youth. kids found me & threw pebbles through this deep blue upsidedown sky.
i was the rose she got from him. i felt how nervous he was to ask his best friend to prom. i was the ice that made her slip into his arms. the boom of laughter from the two was so great it shot me back into the sky.
i was the book that got shoved out of his arms & onto the floor next to another boy so strong that when he picked me up i could feel the weight of his smile. & when he handed me back the boy smiled so wide i swore that his face would split into a kaleidescope of precious memories.
& i will be the sunset. the same setting sun that she will see from her back porch; from his rooftop. & i can't wait to see what the sunrise will bring tomorrow.
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Fragmentation
PoetryFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
