I spill my thoughts
For you
Like a knocked down
Half-full
Cup of water
You think
You know me
But you don't
My mind
Is a deep ocean
And you've only got
Your fingertips wet
YOU ARE READING
The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
Seventy Seven
I spill my thoughts
For you
Like a knocked down
Half-full
Cup of water
You think
You know me
But you don't
My mind
Is a deep ocean
And you've only got
Your fingertips wet
