Silent Words (On Hold[School])

Stickers

Sticker book pages,

me.

peeling off as the paper ages,

heat.

So pretty,

isn't it.

nicely spaced,

beautifully lit.

Nowadays,

I wish.

Its no longer mine to choose

I am now but a muse.

Just a sticker book,

made to use.

Left between steam.

now the newest stickers start to peel.

Leaving all these empty voids.

empty spaces they now avoid.

Blank spaces scream out loud.

I took a turn back,

decided to look back in my track.

Those stickers haven't turned the least bit slack.

Engraved in I must say,

compared to what decorates my pages today,

makes me wish i didn't have to turn over,

go back to present time.

where stickers design whats supposed to be mine

I wanted to stay on those very pages,

that made me remember,

what it's like to be stuck to,

through high and low.

I forgot how it feels,

the encouragement to grow,

the feeling of love I wish once more to know. 

Maya . . .