I started this poem with, "I once knew a boy"
But then I stopped,
and took a deep breath,
because I had never actually knew him.
I was going to say that I once knew a boy with many hoodies,
Nearly as much as the list of dreams he kept hidden under his pillow.
If I actually had known him,
I would have been able
to tell you that
he had so many hoodies
because his scars
were so deep
and his list was long because those scars were much deeper.
I once new a boy
that wanted to get away any way he knew how.
I never knew why.
I never really knew him.
- Author: idontknowme ( Offline)
- Published: November 3rd, 2023 18:39
- Category: Sad
- Views: 4
Comments2
i felt this. wow
I really feel this. You'r really great.
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