The Lonely Girl Hears the Sirens, Do You?
I carved a path for the spiders
In hopes that a friend will come by
Or that a friend will stay.
For i am no longer accompanied by my old pals
As their days move up the branch to see the sky better
My days slip back down the trunk
Like a slug on a rainy day.
My normal necessities evolved my life into a bore Cities, trains, cafes, the forest
All invite me to play but i am tired
After a no-work day.
Those numbered days in my brain lead me to a confusing conclusion;
Is it until i meet a new friend or an old friend based on illusions?
Copyright © Ashley-Nicole Todd | Year Posted 2023
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