Again,
and again,
and again, and again
In circles
Never stopping.
Too many stupid feelings,
that I'm just not feeling.
I think it's wrong,
to feel this calm.
I know you like me,
but so what?
What's so different about you?
The ease I feel
talking to you?
The smile on your face?
The smile on mine?
But so what?
I'm frightened to let you in,
that's just how it goes.
Again,
and again,
and again, and again
in circles.
But so what?
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoesíaIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
