
Just people.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 108 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-27-11 - id: 2946978
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and I could text and call
to my heart's content.
But it is not content.
I make friends easily enough.
Hold them close for a few months
and lose them to apathy.
Is it who I am
that causes them to regain distance?
Or am I missing some essential knowledge -
people come and go and maybe ditching friends
is just a social norm that I've yet to accept.
I prefer to hoard them in my heart
but one by one they crack their way out
like a chick from a shell,
leaving me stuck in a lonely hell.
18/08/2011
20:27
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