I know what you think. I know what you do. I see you walking with curious eyes, but not a single word comes out from you. I wonder if you know, how it feels to be ignored by you.
YOU ARE READING
E.L.E
PoetryThe feelings trapped inside. The words choked up. No one can explain how they feel. Until the one finds its way. Poems are here. Poems are there. But not like ones I have to share.
Ignore
I know what you think. I know what you do. I see you walking with curious eyes, but not a single word comes out from you. I wonder if you know, how it feels to be ignored by you.
