Sitting in my father's car.
No one as said a word.
All you do is look the other way.
And I am just looking at you.
No feelings
No words

For every action, there is reaction
for every attraction, there is distraction but every little fraction has a faction in fiction hmm, let me check my diction

Every portion has its distortion
of inbalance and contortion
Tip lipped rhymes served for abortion

Robbery of meaning and motion
is the deliverance of emotion
Accrued in a love potion
..hpm!, such devotion

But if you characterize deflection
you might see a reflection, or a fragment of protection, in a starry eyed selection

This format is causing congestion, a congestion fiddling with digestion
which will lead to exhaustion
but I'm up for suggestion or question

Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry