As the steam rises
my hot cup of Joe chills
broken thoughts
turn to you
i often wonder
what shuts
a person down
is there pain
so deep
it numbs us
i suppose
it works
both ways
i have said
too much
never meant it
said too little
and meant
somewhere
in between
love
and friendship
became lost
today we say nothing
stoic smiles spill
down my chiseled cheek...
~Steven
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
As the steam rises
my hot cup of Joe chills
broken thoughts
turn to you
i often wonder
what shuts
a person down
is there pain
so deep
it numbs us
i suppose
it works
both ways
i have said
too much
never meant it
said too little
and meant
somewhere
in between
love
and friendship
became lost
today we say nothing
stoic smiles spill
down my chiseled cheek...
~Steven
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