I see a collard shirt,
but I feel sweat stains.
I push my glasses up on my nose
when they fall to the tip,
and take my glasses off
when it rains.
It pains me
when I see another
human being just the same.
One who spits their toothpaste,
and watches it spin
down the drain.
One who
puts too much thought
into texts
they never send,
and ones who talk
all night long
with no one on the other end.
A friend told me
that I look like
a man who
rarely speaks,
and I told him
Id rather not,
and broke
my silent streak.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
I see a collard shirt,
but I feel sweat stains.
I push my glasses up on my nose
when they fall to the tip,
and take my glasses off
when it rains.
It pains me
when I see another
human being just the same.
One who spits their toothpaste,
and watches it spin
down the drain.
One who
puts too much thought
into texts
they never send,
and ones who talk
all night long
with no one on the other end.
A friend told me
that I look like
a man who
rarely speaks,
and I told him
Id rather not,
and broke
my silent streak.
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