Typical Day

It is never a typical day

We might just be friends

But we always have something to say

I hope this never ends

 

We don’t like the same song

But there is still a spark

Even though we talk for so long

I still don’t like them sharks

 

I can feel your look

It tears me apart

I am still very shook

When you called me sweetheart

 

It is weird how this was just a typical day

That all started in May

I hope it just never fades away.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741