The pen runs across the page
I think nothing of it.
I can feel their gaze
I think nothing of it.
The water slowly dribbles down
I think nothing of it.
Colours never touching
I think nothing of it.
I pull and grimace
Yet I still think
Nothing of it.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryA lot of my friends write poetry to rant and release feelings. Imma try
