to much people around you,
that i can almost breath.
your just with your headphones
to focued on what is in that screen.
to much noise around me,
that i can almost hear.
so concentrated in all your talking,
can't even notice that i'm trying
to find the courage to say a word to you.
to much emousement,
that i'm so quiet.
what are you so surprised of?
the fact that i'm drinking or drowning?
i have drink to much for miss you or
have i miss you enouf to drink.
just notice that i'm here to make
fun out of my name.
a pure sound that goes out of your mouth
neighther a word,
i guess that is better than noting,
i guess that i'll have to live with that,
i guess thats all i'll have.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Scenes; Poems
Thơ caI tried, I waited, I'm done, Love faded. Your messages Filling my head And my phone I like you You don't You like me I don't And here goes again the same old story of love.
