Insane Woman
I would've loved to be a quiet enigma, breaking the silence only with wise words, quiet, composed and mystically beautifulI look like a mess
to you
maybe
insane, crazy and rambling, I disclose too much, too little
(maybe of the wrong things in the wrong order and all over the place)
I interpret your words wrong, fretting and not knowing how to answer
falling off my chair at your jokes, being pissed off if I think you go too far
this mess
has no grace, very much weirdness, and lots of rambling silence
But you're still here, listening and reaching out to me, asking me for advice
so somehow
you must have realized, must have seen
that this mess
has an order to it
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-06-11 at 13:29
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