Whisper whisper whisper.
Reply and start to chat.
No misleading appearances.
No perception taking form.
No race, face or taste of who they are.
Only words are judged.
Talk in turns.
A battle back and forth.
Wield each phrase with precision.
Carefully creating each response.
Waking up to a 'good morning'.
Falling to sleep with a 'good night'.
Banter becoming serious.
Curiosity is spiked.
I hope you are as nice as you say.
Since I could never take you any other way.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
