You would think that by now
I’d be able to read you
but I cannot
I am a prisoner to your subtleties,
a captive of your cluelessness,
tangled so helplessly in your mixed signals
your emotions are the secrets
whispered just past my ears
so intriguing
yet
so out of reach
-h.w.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
