my mind is a football stadium
filled with sports anchors
hallowing our conversation
in class
the other day
did I say this right?
did you mean your laugh?
i am nothing but a child!
mazed by a fable or
some sort of
fairy book story
i imagine the other day in
class, wanting it to be
all days
all moments
in different aisles of hallways
different shades of walls
i am still a child
picking on my mind
like a sunflower on valentines day
"will he like me"
"will he not"
and you have nothing to do with this
but you are everything to blame
my poems are just passive voices
asking you questions without saying your name
indirectly
it is 10:03 I am
lying between the covers of my bed
pondering when you told me you like music
i am listening to the
same song
over and over
each time,
thinking of you
differently
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
my mind is a football stadium
filled with sports anchors
hallowing our conversation
in class
the other day
did I say this right?
did you mean your laugh?
i am nothing but a child!
mazed by a fable or
some sort of
fairy book story
i imagine the other day in
class, wanting it to be
all days
all moments
in different aisles of hallways
different shades of walls
i am still a child
picking on my mind
like a sunflower on valentines day
"will he like me"
"will he not"
and you have nothing to do with this
but you are everything to blame
my poems are just passive voices
asking you questions without saying your name
indirectly
it is 10:03 I am
lying between the covers of my bed
pondering when you told me you like music
i am listening to the
same song
over and over
each time,
thinking of you
differently
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