Feelings feeling counterfeit.
Heavy and dreadful positive
thoughts invading my head.
Soft and smooth surface,
I think you really know this.
Things I don't notice,
I really think I know it.
You watch the windows on my eyes.
Glasses I purchase,
in mid-August.
They shine brightly in the sun for you.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
