His MindA Poem by Abby Leach
His mind is like a river
he's flowin' one way and another. If you find him there you're gonna find him here too. And when he sits and stares while he gets all these angry glares I don't see how he does it just don't see how he does it, But a trip in his mind might explain all the times that he zones out when they're talking all about him. But I don't see how he does it just don't see how he does it. All the pressure on him with the stares and the glares but he really doesn't care. I don't think he's even paying attention to any of the words they're saying. Just off in lala land where we sing and dance and we clap our hands to the beat of his melody. Can't you hear his song it's so soft and small but I still hear it yeah I still hear it. Can't you hear his lonely song but I think that I might just sing along don't know the words yeah cause it's the first time I'm hearing it. But who cares! Not him! But who cares! Not him! He taps his fingers to the beat of his melody. Yeah To the beat of his melody. I'l write the words he'll sing with me and we tune with perfect harmony.
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3 Reviews Added on November 3, 2015 Last Updated on November 3, 2015 AuthorAbby LeachAthens, GAAboutPoetry is something I really enjoy. I have been writing it all my life, and I never grow tired of it. I get inspiration from true stories, things that have happened to me personally, looking at pictu.. more..Writing
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