Memories. (Please read A/N before reading the poem c:)
Posted March 17th, 2017 by Syafai
in my room organizing my sock monkey collection
AN:: I'm trying to get into writing poetry. It isn't really my thing, but please, enjoy the poem of cringe :) Also, this poem is about post traumatic stress disorder, I don't really have it, but I just wanted to write about it :P
The party doesn’t go as planned,
The sights begin to be seen.
And the toddlers start to cry,
The early tweens start to shiver.
The birthday girl walked towards the sight.
“Who are you?” the girl asks,
The sight stays silent, smiles, and shakes it’s head,
It disappears and the lights turn on.
The girl turns around.
Not a sight, seen.
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