I have picked the prettiest flowers and thrown the smoothest rocks into a lake
I will train my dragon to fly into the clouds and breathe out fire so huge it will light up the night sky
But the homesickness laying deep within me
Weakens my will to fly
I learned you inside and out as if you were a subject I couldn't understand for a test I had tomorrow morning
You always kicked in your sleep so I waited until sunrise to go to bed, and you never missed me
Until you did
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
