poems I've made :]
The smirking faces flicker out
Like ocean water washing over, they float away
Like I'm wishing you gone, they will not stay
They'll come back some other day, but for this moment I am alone
Not with my parents, as I cannot talk to them
Not with my friends, as I cannot walk with them
The sharp words you met me with will remain on display
I'll keep them here, I won't throw your cutlery away
And maybe through all of my own transgressions, I could try and reach Heaven
Standing on the boxes full of knives and spoons
~20th february, 2024
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