I wonder,
If my words left any impact on you,
Do you replay them?
And loose it's clarity
On every repeat,
Just like a worn out cassette.
I wonder,
If I'm like an online stream of music,
That you can run anytime, anywhere,
Or
A prized possessions of CDs,
That you play to revisit your past.
Or maybe,
I'm your vinyl,
A prized possession you dare not share with anyone.
I wonder,
What am I to you?
Something with clarity,
Or still muddled,
As you try to define an indefinite in your crisscrossing mind.
I wonder,
And I'll keep wondering,
Because you're not here to answer any of these.
I wonder,
Why aren't you?
YOU ARE READING
Words Of An Idle Mind
Poetry~this idle mind is no devil's workshop~ •••~•••~••• ||Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE -May2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| || Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE- July2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| ||Featured on @AmbassadorJP readi...
