Are we friends out of circumstance?
If we met now would I spare you a glance?
There’s this voice in the back of my head
that occasionally fills me with dread.
It says that you’ll be the one to walk away from me first,
even though I’m the one writing this verse.
When we’re together the room is bursting with that pink elephant,
so much so, that I just want to exeunt.
But the elephant is fun,
she has something I’d miss.
It takes up so much space, that it pushes us together.
There’s a chance that we’ll make it through all this blue weather.
If I take a step back and put down this load.
Stop and rethink. I’ll know that I lied.
I’d never let go.
There is something here, something sharp and unexpected.
When I knock on your door, I look forward to the view.
I wouldn’t want my thoughts scrambled by anyone but you.
Copyright © Sofia Buchanan | Year Posted 2017
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