If someone told me
that if you did something hard enough,
your sorrows couldn't break through,
I'd believe it.
What I wonder,
is if I can live
my life that way.
To be forever lost
in your melody--
oblivious,
floating,
in the cool river
of your words.
If you told me it was possible, I'd believe you.
Because I want to.
YOU ARE READING
The Reader
PoetryA reworked version of a poem I wrote a while ago. It reflects my high school experience.
