Lying in the Grass
The gusts of wind through the trees sound like laughs and gasps of ecstasy
the sharp grasss grabs at my back
to keep me grounded next to roots of trees
Then I hear the bugs buzz behind my ears
I feel my phone ring
I lie to my parents about where I lie
because they've always been controlling.
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I've been saving a plethora of poems with varying length in my phone for some time.
I have always wanted to get these poems out in the air some how; I found this scholarship,
and I look forward to using it ore often.