I see it all, I see none.
I see the way she brushes her hair
to the side with a smile on her rose-filled cheeks.
I see the way he smiles
with a child's mischief in mind.
I watch through the window,
There's the frown in her eyes
as she bites at the end of a pen.
There's a hand on his shoulder
as he cradles his crown.
The second door is ajar.
There they stand a group of Cheshires,
Voices a buzz with laughing hearts.
Across the hall, speedsters rush,
papers forgotten in their trail.
I see it all, I see none.
There's a clock on the wall
saying it's half past three.
They hold on to the edge of their tables.
Restless legs nearly everywhere.
Ahh! There goes the bell.
Tables and chairs scrape the tiles.
Books, notebooks, pens, papers,
Flying into bags.
The halls are flooded.
I see how the crowd moves
wave after wave of people
only seeing ones they know.
Their hi's and hello's
all muddled, The Chorus of Chaos
I see it all, I see none
I see movement everywhere
But never the details
They're just the crowd to me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Compilation
PoetryJust a compilation of poems I write at random. Each part is a different Poem. I'll keep posting more if I ever feel like sharing something, so tune in for new poems!
