For A Friend...
When I watch you
sitting, fidgeting
like a sociopathic maniac,
staring blankly and intently drawn
into one dimension of your complex mind
or
when I watch you at your vandalized desk
chomping and biting on your innocent pen
and out of reality in this world
I say
when I watch you
you nervous wreck of an animal
when you used to be happy and fun-loving
Wanting to play on the grand swings
or running about in the star-studded night
while trying to find a hiding place in the bushes
I realize
I understand.
xoS
posted by Ruth @ 9:06 PM
5 Comments:
I felt like you were writing this for me... were you?? Oh Sara... I wish we could write together again.
That sociopathic maniac is as much a part of a person as his playful boyish side ...
One isn't complete without either :-)
I love it... xx
i love this poem.
however, is everything okay Sarafina?
Anon: We ARE writing together, silly.
W: Isn't it, though? You hit the nail on the head.
M: Thanks!
C: Everything is fine. I just needed to make sure a friend knew I could see his inner turmoil dispite our distance.
Maddy: Delirious, indeed. All of my pens are quite guilty - often wayward and missing.
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