Aug 2015
Shaky hands, cold lips,
Jumbled words, politics,
Burning cheeks, wikileaks,
Silent stares, distant week.
Twisted stomach, achy sighs,
Neither are more the wise,
Silent thoughts, weak spots,
Each word twisted in a knot.
Jumbled words, politics,
Burning cheeks, wikileaks,
Silent stares, distant week.
Twisted stomach, achy sighs,
Neither are more the wise,
Silent thoughts, weak spots,
Each word twisted in a knot.
I am too nervous nowadays to talk about anything. Somedays I feel I fall victim to believing two things at once, and not being able to choose the one I trust more.
