180219
they are together yet are not talking
one would steal a glance at another
but their gaze never met
just simple nods
and shakings of the head
and faintest hums
what transpired between them
is a part of my ignorance
but the atmosphere is too intense
you could almost cut it with a knife
then you ask why i'm so quiet
you just don't know
what goes down in this house
that i have to live with everyday
that i'm not growing up
to be accustomed to.
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
