It’s the way you roll your eyes when I ask too many stupid questions.
It’s the way you nod your head when you laugh at my prevarications.
It’s the way you know I hate being cliche.
It’s the way you listen to every fucking word I say.
It’s the way, it’s the way,
It’s just the way, you see.
It’s the way you simply are,
It’s the way you’ll simply be.
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...
