Poems from triskee_1617
from an early age, i
knew i was blessed.
i was the one in the
two story house with white carpeted stairs
the one that everyone was at
it...
your friend asked you to help edit her essay
you agree because you don’t have much else to do
she doesn’t want to take up your time ...
your hand shifts to your chest,
lungs swell, eyes wide
then her name
chokes in your throat
a syllable too soon
she finishes the greeting...
you should go out more!
just text someone on your way to target
if they say no that's okay
just keep trying!
you'll find your crowd...
i thought we said we’d go out more?
make our own squad, stay out of the dorm?
why sleep when study? why library when party?
you know, call...