She dreads to do this every day
dreads to walk into the room
where she and all she knew
learn to live with the gloom
of living the same again and again
but she gets to see him every time
she walks into the room without her pain
her friend is there for her to keep her alive
even though her gloom returns like the continuous rain
the rain that hit the windows of the room all day
she stares out the window
looking at the world from the promised safety
of the room in which she feels stuck
she doesn't want to live so safely
she wants to explore the world she's in
He is there every day and she can't tell
what he thinks about this room so secure
she cannot tell why he always is so happy
to see her, she'll never be sure
He can't tell that she cares so much
she never thought to tell him
but she really appreciates him being there
there for her when she needs him
she wants him to know that she does care
and she always has
He's afraid to tell her how he feels
he wishes she could see it
he wishes she would see how much
he wishes he could admit
how much he loves her
she loves him too
but she refuses to see
how he really feels for her
under the name of modesty
she won't tell anyone
using the name of modesty
to hide all of her insecurity
she has to pretend she's normal
to hide all of her immaturity
she's only a kid you know
he uses that he's male
to justify being a child
even though it is really okay
for him to be so wild
he needs to just be a kid
together they are the best of friends
and they never seem to lose hope
He was silly, she was mature seeming
They were almost a trope
They were so close
When they finally leave the room
Her face sinks and her expression grows cold
He stays warm, he always seems so kind
This pattern seemed so old
It almost bores her, but he doesn't.
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A Collection Of Poems
PoésieThis is a collection of my favorite poems that I've written. These have actually come from years of my writing, so this has a lot of different feelings attached to them. I hope you like them!
