Everyone wants to be around yet no one makes the effort.
Is it me with my  silence?
Is it my ugly  features ?
Is it me with my disgusting rudeness?
I ask myself these questions as if I wouldn't know.
Yes it is me.
My third eye shows me more then I speak.
My soul leads me with my unforgiving rudeness.
You might act as if you don't feel it burning in your heart. It makes you want to scream because you know what they can not say. Yet you feel.

who would have thought that this could be heartless or harmless in every way
I think about you all day
But it seems like yesterday or every other day
I always see you in my imagination,
every time I walked out the streets
I remember you
My mind always sees you
The way the memories would pop
every detailed and even the words we'd told
It was clearly precious in my heart,

But you're always been like this
Like nothing happened.
And left me hanging for awhile,.

*or for a long time

Slurp slurp
Said the pig to the cop
They lived beside another
Their garden hoses went to the shop
A shop of little lilly *******
A limestone to shawtoo
A place of betsie face
They wrote mama I'm coming home soon

It dripped onto my skin
Fell on my nose
Glided down my arms and got lost on my fingertips
It soaked into my pores like the sun into the thirsty brown dirt
Rejuvenated, quenched, relinquished, relieved my soul, my muscles of their tensions as they floated off and up into the air, the heavens
Where they spun and danced and twirled until they dissipated into the blissful nothingness that is a warm spring morning's sunlight
That gracefully drips onto your skin like a teardrop of gold
And falls on your nose
And glides down your arms
and gets lost on your fingertips,
your soul