10 June 2011

poem


Every single day

I wake up to sunrise
Get my coffee and my cigarette
Wrapped up in my warmest jumper, I sit in the cold

Looking at the shapes of the steam of my coffee
They’re so nice and unique, each time


It’s so hard
I wonder if anybody else feels the same way.
But I quit trying such long time ago,
And since then I’ve been kinda invisible
With my bright bright hair, I feel no different,
I slide through the hallways
Feeling tired, lightheaded, heavyhearted,
I’m sure the walls will remember me.


Ohhhh how I miss those times,
When I could laugh so carelessly
But I’ve quit trying
And now I finally blend in
With the plain white walls and
and the dark empty hallways.

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