"You're such a ditz"
My friends say
When I stop what I'm saying
To admire the last rosy kiss
Of the sunset
As it waves a lonesome goodbye
To its lovers.
"She lacks focus"
My parents say to eachother
In undertones I've heard coming so often
From the front seat.
I roll my eyes
At their attempt at secrecy
And turn my gaze back to the golden farms
Running beside our tires.
*"You're very thoughtful,
Never stop appreciating the beauty of the earth"*
My great grandmother says
Patting my hand with an understanding
I don't see often
Because she
Is one of the few.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
"You're such a ditz"
My friends say
When I stop what I'm saying
To admire the last rosy kiss
Of the sunset
As it waves a lonesome goodbye
To its lovers.
"She lacks focus"
My parents say to eachother
In undertones I've heard coming so often
From the front seat.
I roll my eyes
At their attempt at secrecy
And turn my gaze back to the golden farms
Running beside our tires.
*"You're very thoughtful,
Never stop appreciating the beauty of the earth"*
My great grandmother says
Patting my hand with an understanding
I don't see often
Because she
Is one of the few.
