six years old, you say hi,
nearly twice my age and twice as cool
you grin, an unseeming game begins
six years pass, six years between us
it's fine, it's fine, it's fine, you said
but no, no, no, I mean no - yes
six years, plus six years more,
you say I'm fine, so I must be fine
six more pass me by, nothing is fine.
without you, I can see the truth.
YOU ARE READING
The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
