Higher Poem by Jessica Thompson

Higher



As a kite.
Can't understand.
What you did wrong.
You tried.
To make it better.
Between you and her.
Only made it worse.
How can you sit there.
Getting higher.
Each minute?
Higher.
Erase the bad times.
Try to make her happy.
Nobody.
Wants you to get.
Higher.
Than the kite.
Not at all.
Just stop.
For her sake.

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Jessica Thompson

Jessica Thompson

Phoenix, Arizona, United states of America
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