"Talking you down wasn't easy, but it was perfect to me"
"Speaking of which. Where did the song go?"
"Well the reference was perfect don't you think?"
"Concert tickets?"
"Nope, money?"
"Nope, guitar?"
"Yep, I know how to play. Sing something for me, Darling."
You strummed a melody. You sang a song. We were okay, for a while weren't we?
Yes we were. thank you for speaking
Thank you for trying
Today
you tried
Today
you spoke
To-day
Your lungs were black
To-day
It wasn't my fault that your heart went off track
T-o-d-a-y
Lets continue to play
YOU ARE READING
Sometimes Doing Nothing is Okay
PoetrySometimes you just don't want to do anything. What is so wrong with that? Only sometimes, Only sometimes. *Cover photo made by the always fabulous @rebelofeden THANK YOU IT LOOKS OGMASDG*
