Talk to me
Says my phone
But I just stare at it
Because this sweeping
Silence-
Distances this craving
Craving for chatter
Yet
I hate this.
silence
Why
-
Why
Must you haunt me so
That I start hearing
Hearing voices
Of ghosts
From my past
Perching on my heart
Whispering smooth
Smooth
Smooth lies
I listen
Like if it's a non fiction book
And hang on every word
Like if
They're
True.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
