You can't tell by now by my tone when I'm doubting.
I can tell when you're fed up.
You stop showing yourself to me.
You become guarded, like you were way back then, a reason that wasn't a mood I'd seen in a long while.
10/30/18
-for W
YOU ARE READING
Blind Leading Blind
PoetryMy third book of poetry. Sometimes I just can't see, yet somehow I find words, and if someone understood them, they'd look around and wonder where I led them. And I couldn't say. I couldn't say. -October Listen, in the peace of nonpursual. Words yo...
