We both saw it fall as we hit the bump
We both looked at it, mutually agreeing that the other should pick it up,
But both knowing that neither of us would.
And so, the almost empty tissue box still lays
At our feet as the car sways
Around the bend.
I should pick it up, I know.
But instead I write.
I should go out and live a life,
But instead I write.
Sometimes I think that my real life
Is all inside my head.
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Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing
PoesíaAn ever growing collection of poems (thoughts) about everyday life and the world around us.
