A blank slate,
An equally blank stare.
I've no feelings to share.
A fear creeping beneath the surface,
I'm anything but emotional.
Why can't I be rational?
A heart stuffed with cotton and no love,
I can't recall the last tears.
The lack of interest as clear as in mirrors.
YOU ARE READING
P O E M S (volume 2)
PoetryThis 'story' is going to a just different chapters with different poems in each chapter, all of these I wrote. And this is only a continuation of P O E M S. -Spencer
