by K. G., 14
it’s funny how your childish smile can brighten up my day
but you never seem to notice
until I find the hope in me to tell you what’s up
don’t get me wrong
I’m trying not to sound cheesy
the wind blows just pushing me closer to the edge of the rooftop
where at the bottom an array of roses with their sharp thorns poke out
trying to contain my emotions
not seeing what awaits my complicated faith
it’s like the way I am writing on this paper is just filled with the truth about myself
it takes up my mind how many secrets I hold
but it brings joy in me hiding so many things
my life is just so crowded
like the feeling of being trapped inside a narrow box
there’s just not enough space to contain my inner thoughts of my wonderland life
it feels like a surreal dream I never want to awake from
walking right through tall trees and thick fog
and maybe I’m wrong and I might be hallucinating
but I just await that one hopeful day
where I’m actually able to see your childish smile
once again
Red Bank, New Jersey
Bridge Ink 