Tail
Everytime time,
she walks down the street
She always took small
glimpses of the lamp post
It twinkle once,
then twice,
She used to lean on
but when buses didn't
wait anymore
she moved another street
Her shadow lurk
from her back
it clouds the light
and dances with the dark
But apparently,
it came off,
perhaps out of electricity
her silhouette disperse
evanesce into the mist
She doesn't bat an eye
She doesn't even flinch
or jumped out of fright
That the dark looses its color
And became like one of her skin
Bucketlist 16: Dont become the shadow, be the light
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Ms. Poetry
PoetryRelatable Teenage poems about falling in love, hearbreak, embarrasing events, puberty and bucketlists to gain confidence and toughen enough to get out from the comfortzone A collection of 30 day bucketlist poems.
