I exert every muscle
Into opening that iron hydraulic door
I step in
My sister follows
The smell of coffee
Has now stained the air
I dash through the front office
As thought it's not there
I make myself welcome
To the dark leather couch
In the business room
For now everything feels harmless
Everything feels fine
Little did I know the sadness
That held this building by its heart
I dig through the tubs
Of old used items
Everything here was magic
Something about that building made Me feel safe
When I'm told it's time to go home
Sadness filled my chest
I clung to my beloved couch
It's funny how
When you're a kid
You fantasize about growing up
Now
I yearn to be a kid again
I wish I could be
On my leather couch
Smelling the coffee
I want nothing more than that
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
I exert every muscle
Into opening that iron hydraulic door
I step in
My sister follows
The smell of coffee
Has now stained the air
I dash through the front office
As thought it's not there
I make myself welcome
To the dark leather couch
In the business room
For now everything feels harmless
Everything feels fine
Little did I know the sadness
That held this building by its heart
I dig through the tubs
Of old used items
Everything here was magic
Something about that building made Me feel safe
When I'm told it's time to go home
Sadness filled my chest
I clung to my beloved couch
It's funny how
When you're a kid
You fantasize about growing up
Now
I yearn to be a kid again
I wish I could be
On my leather couch
Smelling the coffee
I want nothing more than that
a poem about growing up and spending most days in a charity building
