My friend,

My friend,

A Poem by wandering daughter


I never read the books you recommended
or did any of the things you asked me to do. 
I still worry too much about future plans and strange romances
and I don’t write as often as you would’ve want me to
Cause now, there’s no need to

Nothing has really changed,
except that everything has

I’m still surrounded by people who talk about their cars, 
bathroom floors and kitchen doors. 
And those who want to whine about it all
It’s just that now I’m the only one not giving a f**k
Now, you are gone.


Jitske Boscha 2013

© 2013 wandering daughter


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Nothing has really changed,
except that everything has .. I liked the depth of the lines. Very nice work. Deep poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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wandering daughter

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