Sadset (Entry #7)

I won’t tell you I want to spend more time

What I feel, let it be conveyed like a pantomime

For you, how can I be happy knowing that in our friend’s story

She has turned you into a third party which has made me angry

 

The memory of us staring at the sky colored by peach

Is saddening enough to be written on a paper plane to be thrown out of reach

Like parallel lines that are never meant to cross with

We can never be romantically solid; we have length and height but not width

By Spychologist

Spychologist discovered her interest in creating poems at the age of 11. Her fascination in using rhyming patterns to express feelings is what inspired her to keep writing. It is her desire that her works be a safe space for readers to just feel their feelings.

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