THEY
THEY don't understand
THEY dont seem to really care.
Yet they say they do
They say they understand
Understand?
Then they give me a smile.
A smile?
Smile?
Why?
A smile of
Joy?
Or Sadness?
Or is it pity?
Is it anger,
Masked by the blush,
The sweet words?
The compliments?
Is it jealousy?
The green, covered with a blue cloth,
Soft, fragile,
Unbreakable?
Like the cool calm waters
Before
A storm.
A storm that is yet to begin
Or has it already ended?
So what is it?
Or maybe
It's just me
[~S~]
Written on January 13,2014 8:13 pm
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