Watching From The SeatA Poem by IsabellaThis came from one of my dreams, it really means a lot to me.Real or not, I was there, in a school bus, full of people, classmates. Having fun, talking, relaxing, just chilling, on comfortable seats. Not so much light, the essential. There was a group on the right, nearby me, I was looking at them, and that's when I felt alone. You were sorrounded by funny, handsome boys, you were laughing with them. It seemed like you felt at ease, so much more than me. Jealous or not, I was still watching you, from this seat. And then I felt empty. Was that you? © 2017 IsabellaAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
162 Views
1 Review Added on March 25, 2016 Last Updated on January 16, 2017 |

Flag Writing