I wonder if the girl
i used to laugh with
would mourn the girl she used to laugh with
if she knew
The secrets that comforted me
Alone, in the dark.
i wonder if she
would shake her head
and walk down the hall
like it didn't matter
or if she would
be sad
to know
what i've become.
Would it hurt
her to know
that the laughs i
laughed at her jokes
were fake,
and the smiles
a facade?
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
