Uncomfortable

Uncomfortable with the way you look at me
sometimes
And with the way I hear words from you lips
The way you feel in my hands can make me
smile, like always

Still(?)
I bleed on the inside
I thought I heard something
But it might have been an echo from the past
Whatever
At least something made me think
And my mind isn't very inventive
So whisper in my ear only when you
feel like it
And ignore me when you've found something else




Poetry by Inanitas
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Written on 2005-10-19 at 11:05

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penfold18
Quite a thoughtful piece, well done.
2005-10-19