One little small thing was all it was
Tiny so tiny
It was just a game
Yet it didn't feel small
She wanted to be excited that she won
She had been waiting forever it felt like
But a eagle swooped and stole
All of the sudden she wasn't okay
She gets up and leaves and another friend
comes by her house to talk
She goes outside to talk to them and they see she isn't okay
"what's wrong?" they ask of course
All she says is nothing
Although everyone knows it isn't true
She goes on with her day and eventually it metaphorically spills.
She's not sad, she's not mad, but she is not happy. She's just...empty, very very empty.
YOU ARE READING
the atmosphere is melting
Poetry痛みは、私たちが続ける理由です w̲̅e̲̅l̲̅l̲̅ m̲̅a̲̅y̲̅b̲̅e̲̅ i̲̅ t̲̅h̲̅o̲̅u̲̅g̲̅h̲̅t̲̅ i̲̅ c̲̅o̲̅u̲̅l̲̅d̲̅ e̲̅x̲̅p̲̅r̲̅e̲̅s̲̅s̲̅ m̲̅y̲̅ e̲̅m̲̅o̲̅t̲̅i̲̅o̲̅n̲̅s̲̅ t̲̅h̲̅r̲̅o̲̅u̲̅g̲̅h̲̅ p̲̅a̲̅p̲̅e̲̅r̲̅ a̲̅n̲̅d̲̅ p̲̅e̲̅o̲̅p̲̅l̲̅e̲̅ w̲̅o̲̅u̲̅l̲̅d̲̅ l̲̅i̲̅s̲̅t̲̅e̲̅n̲̅...
