BubblesA Poem by AmyAn edited timed writing. My thoughts on getting involved with my friends lives.I remember when I cared about the bubbles That you blew from a wand, that floated and drifted upward. I would pray for each one, begging that it wouldn't pop, And when it did I felt it deeply. Now there are too many to see, So many I can't breathe And all I want to do is leave you and your bubbles to pop One at a time. You ask me and ask me again, But what I have to say is to you As inconsequential as one of the bubbles That is floating by your ear. Leave me alone so I don't have to choose my words, thoughts, feelings, So carefully, So I can laugh about something besides the bubbles. Let me remain silent and unattatched While you flirt and cry alternately. Friends can only do so much, you know, Especially when you're looking for comfort And they give you the truth, Or worse, Advice. We're all playing, but the game's been over for a hundred years. All that's left now Are bubbles. © 2008 Amy |
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Added on March 9, 2008 AuthorAmyAboutI'm 17 love writing, and mostly write about my life. My poems mostly reflect thoughts that I have and want to consolidate and my short stories are inspired by random things. I love specific feedback, .. more..Writing
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