she sat down, cuddling with her cozy blanket, hugging her soft pillow while drinking her warm coffee.
she sat there staring at the clear glass window, thinking.
thinking about pets and birds and nature.
thinking about songs and modern artists on the future.
thinking of poems and stories and other creative ideas.
thinking about school.
thinking about how life would have been if there was no love in it. it would probably be boring, she said to herself.
it would. it would be boring without love. it would make a big change.
and as more thoughts began to enter her mind, she thought about you.
with the questions...
what are you doing?
where are you right now?
are you okay?
do you need someone to talk to?
it's funny really, how her mind is like the waves of the ocean coming back to the shore.
because no matter how many thoughts enter her mind, she will always end up thinking about you.
♡~♡
happy 60th poem!
if you can't find the perfect poem, make the perfect poem.
breaking off
pieces of yourself
to fit into places
will not help you belong,
it will only make you bleed.
~pieces of you by nikita gill
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetryi want to satisfy you, even if it means you seeing me cry. *poems with no rhymes but has a deep meaning. *lower case intended. *it's a little bit bad at the beginning, but the further you get, the better the poems are.
