Stickers on the Window

Stickers on the window.

I see you, so vibrantly faded.

Your color wiped away by the sun’s rays.

I wonder what you would say,

if I asked you a question.

If I asked the stickers on the window a question.

What would they say,

what would they say,

what should they say.

Stickers on the window,

they appeal to my childish memories, the more perfect side of me.

Stickers on the window, half on half off,

peeling like a banana, have gone, have on.

I wonder if they wish to be free, or to be back where they used to fully be.

If I try to look through them, I realize I would have to move them,

to look through them all would not be bad at all.

But would they mind?

If I just ignored them?

Stickers on the window, would yous mind if I asked you a question?

What would they say,

what would they say,

what should they if they could they say?

Stickers on the window, so many things you see, as you sit their not at all miserably.

Stickers on the window, can you read my thoughts,

can you feel my heart beat.

Do you know how I feel?

Stickers on the window,

Stickers on the window,

Stickers on the window.

Never go, stay forever, see the world.

Stickers on the window.

Reviews

[Wolfie]

Amazing poem. Very creative, I've never come across a poem like this. I like your writing style, its very unique! keep writting

[Rachel Joyful]

thank you!! :)