i guess anybody would call it creepy,
but i watched you last night,
i don't know what it was,
something about that night,
or maybe it was you,
cigarette in my mouth,
i saw you moving those fingers,
across black and white,
playing notes that made my heart
feel heavy,
nobody understood you,
yet i felt like i did,
i always recognized the sadness in your eyes,
the way you walked so slowly,
hopelessness screamed in
every movement you made,
always kept your head down,
everyone called it being a bad boy,
i called it being blue,
because i knew,
you were just like me.
YOU ARE READING
silent thoughts
Poetryand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
