This is a dedication to the number 13
A number some call unlucky
I suppose that's what drew me in
I'm unlucky too
The year of 13 came with simple times
7th grade and crushes on boys
Easy friendships
Colored contacts
My only worry was how I was doing in math class
After 13 came the rain
Which eventually led to the storm
Now it's pouring so hard that I can't see
I can't move
13 was an early morning fog
The dew on the grass
That breath of fresh air when you first walk outside
13 is where I long to be
So here's to you, the luckiest unlucky number I've ever had the pleasure of meeting
YOU ARE READING
Open Palms
PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
