a girl wanted to read what I was writing today
she noticed that I've been writing poetry,
every day,
in choir class
as I was sitting there,
writing my feelings away,
she asked me what I was writing,
and I said " a poem"
and it went on from there
we talked about poetry and writing lyrics
its been the only conversation I've had all week that hasn't ended with me being scared
or anxious,
or mad,
and definitely feeling like I was going to cry
she's a nice kid, happy innocent, and then there's me
she said she wanted to read my poetry,
I said I couldn't
my poems are to personal,
i'm afraid I might let her read the wrong poem,
and she will take things to far
so, she said, " if you do write something you want to share with me, i'll read it"
and I went back to the darkness
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
a girl wanted to read what I was writing today
she noticed that I've been writing poetry,
every day,
in choir class
as I was sitting there,
writing my feelings away,
she asked me what I was writing,
and I said " a poem"
and it went on from there
we talked about poetry and writing lyrics
its been the only conversation I've had all week that hasn't ended with me being scared
or anxious,
or mad,
and definitely feeling like I was going to cry
she's a nice kid, happy innocent, and then there's me
she said she wanted to read my poetry,
I said I couldn't
my poems are to personal,
i'm afraid I might let her read the wrong poem,
and she will take things to far
so, she said, " if you do write something you want to share with me, i'll read it"
and I went back to the darkness
