The guy behind me won't stop moving his leg.
Normally I wouldn't mind,
But I feel like I'm sitting in a massage chair
Except it's not as pleasant this time.
The constant movement bothers me
But I don't know how to say
Could you please stop moving
And give me peace for one day?
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
