my dorm room is big
desk, closet and plants
it gets cold at night
should i give it a chance?
i have a job in the city
i take the train to the office
the people are nice there
but i sometimes get nauseous
studies are going well
i get good grades at school
but what do they matter
if i can't share them with you?
i have a nice boyfriend
he is caring and kind
but it's been a year now
and you're still on my mind
i get up from bed
and i look in the mirror
the girl who looks back at me
she seems unfamiliar
as I examine her face
the girl counts to three
a question arises
will i ever be free?
- Author: coffee & cigs ( Offline)
- Published: December 16th, 2022 07:33
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 22
Comments1
You just reminded me of my good old dorm room, thanks for that.
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