Unique

Sat, 08/29/2015 - 23:04 -- Alex_M

Nothing special,

till you remember

when you were little

you held tarantulas like

others held hamsters

 

Ordinary,

till you remember

all the times

you drew

and made up

your own bookmarks

cutting scrapbooks of fairies

 

No one,

till you remember

melting Three Musketeers

accidentally on

white clothes

 

Normal,

till you remember

wandering to a game

of truth or dare

and

you knelt as

a guy shoved a 2 liter

down his pants and

tipped his hips,

pouring sprite all

over your mouth

 

Little,

till you remember

walking peacefully

among the hundreds of

graves and

feeling happy

 

You are you,

and every experience

is unique.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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