Hidden Behind My Back

The lazy works of a daydreaming teen.

At the door.

  • She: what are you doing?
  • He: Is that all he asked?
  • She: yes.
  • He: And you said?
  • She: trying to hide from life.
  • He: And is that when you did it?
  • She: yes, over i went. it was quicker then i realised... so do i get in?
  • He: I can't let you, you went the wrong way. I'm sorry; maybe it wasn't life you should be hiding from.
  • She: i just wanted out.
  • He: Yes but which was the right way? Not yours.
Tagged: poetry, October 2011, .