two feet
oh the things they have seen.
vomit,
drugs,
failed friendships,
heart break.
always walking away
proud.
knowing that they're part of something more,
they would walk forever
to show their worth.
often quiet,
staying under the table
when conversations take place,
they have nothing to do
but listen too.
watching me,
at my worst,
when I can't stand anything around me,
they whisper to me,
telling me I don't have to be here.
they can take me wherever
I dream.
someday they'll fly
maybe.....
proud.
knowing that they're part of something more,
they would walk forever
to show their worth.
often quiet,
staying under the table
when conversations take place,
they have nothing to do
but listen too.
watching me,
at my worst,
when I can't stand anything around me,
they whisper to me,
telling me I don't have to be here.
they can take me wherever
I dream.
someday they'll fly
maybe.....
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