Can I have someone
For a, deep conversation?
Does anyone, want to
Talk about bus stations?
Or maybe the state of the nation?
For now they are a creation
A figment of my imagination...
You're busy now
With your girlfriend
And isn't it wrong of me
To talk to someone's boyfriend?
Yet we are friends
At least, before we were
Talk about everything, nothing
Now it's bland conversation
Day to day. Boring old small talk
The thought of it is stark
Compared to the fun we had
To the jokes we pulled
And yet, I don't want to intrude
On the picture perfect relationship
I don't want to become that
Annoying friend third wheel.
Leave it alone.
I'll leave it alone for now.
Who will have a conversation with me?
A deep conversation, about...
Blue shoes and blue clues
About my favourite books.
Listen to my favourite parts
And my bad synopsis.
He didn't read, didn't like to
Yet he listened to me speak
About Elizabeth and Darcy,
Clary Fray to Jane
To the book club, they've
Since have cancelled.
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Certainty Of Midnight
Poetryemotion ɪˈməʊʃ(ə)n/ noun a strong feeling deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. A snippet of a teenage girl's mind. Excuse the hormonal anger. I started this book when I was thirteen or fourteen. I publish, unpublish...
