Somber
”Are you sad?” she asks. ”Because I am somber.”
Then she lives life to the fullest like she’s stronger.
I just smile without a care, I don’t want to deny
She asks no more, she knows those eyes.
In the old car we roll towards town on a flat road.
We get off and decide to run all the way back home.
It’s a skillful lie to live in the past as youngsters in the wind.
We hide in the grass, laugh in the frightening dim.
The way we say each others name is fluent language
The way we dance in circles removes all anguish.
It keeps me away from the deserted
It fills my lungs, throws me into the perverted
I’m somber but she helps me breathe
I’m In some twisted way, caught, but freed.
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Playing With Words
PoetryJust some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong. This is me...
