My dreams are farther than strong,
It chooses over all that you've done wrong,
We talk about each other,
To someone we haven't known too long,
Ending up feeling we don't belong,
We say goodbyes,
With the hope of being gone;
All alone,
Creative nothingness that's what's been told;
Means nothing to have my own,
If not shared,
What's the point of working by myself;
Saving Earth's like a group project,
Not many care;
takeaways;
Instead of sitting in that chair,
Being judged in every way,
Stressed out without a break,
Small choice but how many thoughts did it take?
Having thoughts turning into friends,
Friendship to an end,
Then we both pretend,
But this time knowning again,
Feels like strangers in awkward silence,
World of difference;
Your reality is what you did,
Mine is, what's your guilt
~V
YOU ARE READING
31 days in MAY
PoetryA collaborative poetry compilation, throughout the whole of May.
