But it's just clouds
The term walking on clouds
Seems so real
But it means to have no cares
& that couldn't be any less true.
I'm on my way to Italy,
A crush I have is unknown
Plus my friends think everything is coming together
That him & I are gonna work
Hopefully this trip will get my mind off him
Because he'll just ruin it!
Don't get me wrong
I like him a lot it's just that
This is a trip of a lifetime
& I can think of him anytime!
Below the clouds are small people
So small you can't see them
Think about the people up there somewhere
Think about us, so small
So insignificant yet we're so scared
Scared of each other
I never finished this poem either. Obviously I was in the airplane on my way to Italy as I wrote this. I felt so flustered & the trip was such a mess that I could never form the right words for the feeling I had when I looked out that window. I was in 8th grade & it was right before Christmas. Logan had broken my heart & started dating my friend & then they broke up & everyone told me he liked me again ... it was a dramatic mess. Thank goodness it's over, & he's gone.
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