eyes watering
light shining over
cold skin
pale lips
whispering
searching for words
which are
slowly rolling away through
the flexible mind
which hasn't been used
or dusted off
in quite some time
everything is
tossed & turned
over & around
time and time and time again
can i use this thoughtthing
no?
then put it back
right there, next to that large pile of opinions & facts
(btw i need to sort those out too when i have time)
"wouldn't it be easier to just-"
'just' is not a word i know. do you see it? nope. if it's not there, i don't know it. that's my vocabulary you're standing in.
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Poetryi could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
