Pebbles don't skitter across the uneven pavement anymore.
My shadow lingers behind, instead of beside;
I arrive early and long for the touch of a stranger,
The driver strokes my shoulder as I search for a seat.
Staring out the window, knowing the trees will die,
The grass will turn brown, the cars will slide.
I step through the unfolding doors,
Children snickering as I step into the real world;
The sky attempts a groan, though no teardrops fall.
My toes scrape the pavement when I walk through town.
I don't want to be the mother anymore; I want to be a child.
I want to forget about reality,
I wish I never knew about this cold and unforgiving land;
Where mythical creatures are only figments of my imagination
And resting is too time-consuming to afford.
As I stroll through this unknown city,
I become fascinated through the shop windows
And entrepreneurs shove mascara and lipstick in my direction,
I shove it back and walk towards nowhere.
Pebbles don't skitter across the uneven pavement anymore.
My shadow lingers behind, instead of beside;
And as my thoughts are scattered across word-smeared papers,
I go back home, detaching from the outside world.
Author notes
First good thing I've written in a couple months. Cut me some slack.
I'd love your thoughts.
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aww
-attacks with hugs-
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beautiful!
This poem is brilliant! it is so powerful and beautifully written!
your a very talented writer and i look forward to reading more of your works
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HUH???
That's sad. YOU DIED???
When is the funeral? I will be sure I get there. 
This is one of your best works of art I have read for a long time I think. Keep up the good work!
Jyllian
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ahhahaahaha thanks
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T__T Sad =[
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