I had a dream of a boy with long hair
He turned to me and smiled
Said something about Bonsai trees, bathtub rings, and the sensation of dreaming
I melted into his eyes and found myself in their dark
His voice stayed with me, tried to teach me geometry and long division
I struggled to make sense of the dry concepts and foreign terminology
He was sweet but I declined to learn any further
My gaze left his eyes and I woke up wondering what it was he knew about Bonsai trees
(7 June 2016)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoetryThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
