Hey you...
I say this awkwardly in the morning
You wave at me then look away
Its really awkward at this point
We don't know what to say
I put my hands in my pocket
You run your fingers through your hair
At this point I try my best not to stare...
I look away and spare the thought
"You look nice today"
Normally its something I'd always say...
Today its something that makes you look away
We stand in silence
This quiet is practically violent...
The air is dry
For some reason even the sun is shy
When did we reach this point?
It's been so long...
It no longer matters
Who was right?
Who was wrong?
It needs to end...
If I reach out will you take my hand?
Will you go on that walk with me?
Once again?
YOU ARE READING
Lost In My Thoughts
PoetryLove is a fickle mistress... As I go through this I want to write about it...I need some way to explain it...understand it and hopefully make sense of it all. Feel free to read and enjoy my mess of emotion
