I am not here
nor there
still not here
maybe on the other side?
can't see
let's use some light
wait it's to bright
turn it off
it's too dark
maybe she's inside
let's call it a night
we'll just ask for a hand
have you found her?
why are we looking?
she'll show up for sure
she always does anyway
You're still looking?
YOU ARE READING
Flowing words
PoetryThe words flow through her mind But never in her mouth Fighting to be burst out loud Until it's forgotten and never to be found
