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sofia-von Poems

Its all just words No faces No looks, no clothes, no smell A simple connection It could have been anybody But it wasn’t It started off as a hobby Something to keep boredom at bay By now you’re junior olympics... At least It can be as flawless as beach glass Or jagged and farspread like the trees still dieing I never know what to expect Excitement Misunderstanding Seriousness Interest Laughter Understanding Awkwardness Distracted An idea ... Clearly I could continue It’s like my little escape hole A therapist that Actually understands and wants to We just click Alined by the sun Some would say But I dunno if that’s true All I know is what I feel Should I not feel what I feel? Do I feel what I feel? Is what I feel real? Or is it fake Is it a lie? Or should I make it one I don’t know what’s best How can I I’m new at this remember All I know are the words of the known Who are unknown to me in one world And an empty chair in the next I sit down and wait patiently Until it’s finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers Its smooth silky surface The wine stain down the middle the dots that resemble a smile in the corner You don’t forget what you know so well You open up your palm A baby snake inside He doesn't take it He doesn't **** it on the spot He doesn't grimace with disgust He doesn't burst out in laughter He picks it up and cradles it in his hands And sets it free Back into the world where it belongs And then he gives you a dalia You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired He blushes He needs you too Maybe But its real Almost too real So you push it away It’s impossible It might not even be close to what you think it might be Forget And stay silent Hey We start again A haha here A smiley face too Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before The chance of falling high But you like the chase And for now It’s enough You don’t really care if you summit anyway A possible “when” always dangling Inside the clouds