I really, really miss you.
It's so hard not to text every day.
I'm left with no one to talk to
Because we can't joke the same way.
No one else gets to be a magic fox,
And I'm only your butterfly.
It's like these stories are stored in a box,
And without you... they could die.
Only we could start a revolution over cake
Or start a conversation between two people who aren't real.
There are so many more ideas for us to make;
I can hardly describe how excited the prospect makes me feel.
Soon I will see you again,
But until then I'll hold on to every little word,
Rereading until the moment when
We can go back to being absurd.
For now we'll meet in imagination,
Somewhere between thought and reality.
Let's fill our world with fascination
And ignore this saddening actuality.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts
PoesíaThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
