"Cold Hands"
My hands is
Blue
from the cold,
matching my lips
and my eyes.
White shirt
I know,
I don't look like
the machine
they say
I am.
Yes,
I see emotions
Like the computer codes,
and I fiddle with them
absent-mindedly.
Yes,
I hardly ever
smile
anymore,
but there is nothing
that really amuses me.
I have a
mind
like the Atlantis,
But a heart
like a metal cage.
No friends
They laugh.
I turn my head
Sideways,
and suddenly
I see exactly
Why they
are amused.
I can see
from the fold of
their jeans
where they sat
this morning,
I can see
from the smudge
of the make-up
who they kissed-
and when.
One of them is
Cheating
YOU ARE READING
Freethinker's Poems
Poetry" So much more was said in the unsaid " ~ Bridgett Devoue These are my collection of poems which I write often in deep thoughts, hope you people enjoy it ;)
