Phoebe Rosenfeld
I never knew I liked after Nazim Hikmet
I never knew I liked
the view from my small bedroom window,
Overlooking the quiet street of my
Hushed town, and the lonely lamp post
That will only awaken once the rest
Of us hide away for the night.
Song
My song is a soft hum.
A hum a mother would sing
as she dusts the counter tops,
or sings her youngest one to sleep.
Small words
I look across the small, white-walled room at the black leather couch that seems slightly worn out. My mind conjures images of the other kids who have probably been told to make themselves comfortable on that very same couch.
Scripted
I am often left alone In the shadows of backstage Yet I am never lonely,
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