I saw their eyes, I saw their smirks
and I know what they're probably thinking.
What happened to innocence nowadays?
I don't want to face their questions
cause I know i'll have to keep denying and denying.
but they'll always think what they want
so what's the point?
[And I hate to admit this but maybe there's a part of me that doesn't want to deny.]
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...