thoughts

Noah Kurzenberger Grade 8

maybe it was the way i smiled the way i always seem to cover my mouth all when laughter breaks free maybe it’s my style the baggy clothes i pile on my fgure covering up everything i don’t want to see maybe it’s the way my mouth zips shut if i speak the thoughts i’ll never put into words may they one day come out if i ever try maybe it was the way you looked at me the way your eyes lit up when i ran past or maybe it was just my imagination a tool far too grand maybe it was her or maybe nothing we see but what if it was possible to be content being me?