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“What’s a kiss?”
My little sister asks.
A kiss?
“It’s bliss
It’s a pleasure
So much it can not be measured
It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with
And can last a lifetime
In truth, a kiss is happiness
And is the creator of all sappiness.”
I want to say such
But I can not tell her this!
She would explode like a bomb.
So I say,
“Why don’t you go ask your mom.”
Lol true story
Sometimes, no, most of the time, it’s dark
So dark I can’t see
I touch something
Cold
Wet
I pull my hand away
I can run, but I can not hide
I am enveloped in this emotion
One so cruel I am suffocating
Happiness is a liar
Tricking you with fake smiles and laughs
Happiness is a light, a lantern in the dark
So far away I can’t reach
I run closer
But it moves away with every step I take

Sometimes I feel as if I am sitting on a chair
In a classroom of happy people
I try to reach out to them
But none of them see me
I scream and shout to no reply
And no one notices me flee
So, most of the time, it’s dark
So dark I can’t see
And the question remains
Will the light ever come
To a monster like me?
A wonderful moment of depression...
Everyone has
A foolish friend

One who acts recklessly without thinking
One who does not defend herself, allowing rumors to spread about them
One who judges with just a look

But is a foolish friend
Really a foolish friend
When they jump in front of a bus to save you without a second thought?
When they defend you instead of themselves?
When they save you from a friendly-not-so-friendly kidnapper
By telling they are bad with a single glance?

So, is this friend really
A foolish friend?
Or are they
More than they appear?
I think I misunderstood my friend today, and I wrote this on a whim...ah, inspiration comes from all sorts of places.
It’s time to escape
From this world
Come, sit down
We don’t have time to gape
It’s time to unfurl
The cloth protecting our portal
So flip the page
You are no longer mortal
You are the hero
The villain
A God
As you flip the pages
Escaping reality
Even if only for a minute
And once you're done
Close the portal
Finish your fun
And come back
To what is real
Yes, it hurts to feel
But the day is done
Though, worry not,
Tomorrow you
Can come back to the plot!
Books are kinda like portals, don't you agree?

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