Lying in the Grass

The gusts of wind through the trees sound like laughs and gasps of ecstasy

the sharp grasss grabs at my back

to keep me grounded next to roots of trees


Then I hear the bugs buzz behind my ears

I feel my phone ring

I lie to my parents about where I lie 

because they've always been controlling.

This poem is about: 
My family



I've been saving a plethora of poems with varying length in my phone for some time. 

I have always wanted to get these poems out in the air some how; I found this scholarship,

and I look forward to using it  ore often.






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