Jun 2018
There’s a square,
The silence kills me.
In which the okay things go.
Unasked questions,
But I stray sometimes.
I want the answer to.
I don’t mean to hurt you.
The silence kills me.
In which the okay things go.
Unasked questions,
But I stray sometimes.
I want the answer to.
I don’t mean to hurt you.
Toying with lines that alternate, but still hopefully make a whole poem. Let me know what you guys think.
