Distance can change alot,
Close to them but you feel so far,
Sometimes I wish they can hear my thoughts,
Or understand silence,
Because it speaks alot.
Man is so greedy,
even with thoughts,
Don't care how you feel,
Not minding their words,
What do I think ,
Why don't I talk alot,
It's because the things that I think,
can separate us.
We've come a long way,
I don't want out of this now,
I'll be your friend till death,
I hope you choose the same.
YOU ARE READING
There's method to this madness
PoetryA collection of a few pieces of poetry I've written that I don't mind if you see. A mix of different types of poetry The base image is credited to Tema66 from pixabay. I did add all the lazy effects though
