She Laughs Along

June 3, 2018

I grew up around yelling

I'm used to it now

I try to meet Peace, but she never comes around

I see her behind doors

Sometimes in windows too

On those rainy days when sunlight comes through

I wish she would knock, just to say "hi"

To let me know that she's here sometimes

In the smoke of the cigarettes, that's when she's most loud

Consumed by an ache from a heartless crowd

"Stop it!" I scream and she laughs along

How does anybody remain this strong?

I saw her last night, walking near me

As I went down the hall before all the screaming

She didn't do anything, just stood there, she looked

As if she was writing her own little book

But I want to thank you,

Because you always knew

That if you came too quick we would all be ruined.

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