you sit there
and i stare
i'm too afraid to move
so i keep watching you
everyone around us is talking
but we're not
and the silence rains so loud
and it's the distance
between me and you
it's the distance that makes us not 1 but 2
the world keeps turning
it doesn't give a care at all
about me and my problems
it doesn't care if i fall
if it did it would've done something when it saw all of them
isn't it sad how we're just living here all alone
and doesn't it makes you mad that someday we will just be dug up bones
and here we are
wasting precious time
nothing that we do is right
you finish your talking
and i don't want you to
we finish our walking
and you wade into the lagoon
how can you just wade away
like you aren't someone that i would die to have
like you aren't someone
how can the world glance me over
how can earth pass me by
nothing, no one cares at all, at all if i die
after all, i am nothing but a friend to few
a family member to a couple
out of millions, billions
so who, who cares
my leaving really is just small
i'll just be forgotten bones sitting on a stupid, blue, tiny, little ball
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World's Largest Ball of Twine/ Dallas
Poetrya bunch of scattered poems about everything