180219
are you just going to stare right into my soul
like you are going to strip it out of my body
with your smoky hooded (sleepy) eyes
and batting your not-so-pretty eyelashes
as if having an epileptic attack
and flashing your gummy smile
when I catch you doing something dumb?
are they just your thing?
and oh,
I hope you have known
they never fail to drive me insane
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
