From the coffee shop
by tynedaile
I like to watch people
As they’re walking down the street
But I never see their faces
Cause’ I’m always looking
At their feet
I like to watch people
As they’re walking down the street
But I never see their faces
Cause’ I’m always looking
At their feet
are you serious
writing poetry as if
comments aren’t ’nuff
People ask
“How do you feel?”
I say “Fine”
But do I really?
Am I to know
If I can not cry?
If I lie awake at night
Thinking without control
But not of my mother?
