I sit huddled in the corner
of the small coffee shop
across the street from my school.
I draw my sweater
close around my body
shivering from the touch of lonely air.
A young man sits
in the corner opposite from me
reading his paper. Reading me.
I shiver again,
the thought of a sudden passionate foray
so near, and burns in my breast.
But my thoughts scorn the notion.
The bitter laugh and bite
my mind sinks into my yearning heart.
I wish it would pour
and turn the world anew.
Drowning its hideous hide, shedding its skin.
I wish it would drown
with fog and rain, the tough exterior
and wash away the world's hide
and wash away my hide.
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Smothered by society’s morals we fear more being ostracized by our circle of friends then loneliness dark heart.
We claim skins of thick steeled armor but its funny how this armor can be easily pierced by the disapproving glance from a family member or friend.
Perhaps true happiness can only be achieved when we set ourselves free from others hypocritical superiority and embrace our own, for in order to give happiness we have to have happiness.
Great write I really enjoyed its thought provoking message. -
ha ha! breast.
but in all srsness, this is good. you write better than i do at least. -
I really like this. I do; I do.
You're very talented.
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