"questionmarks" poems
If you ask me how my mind works,
I would have no words to define
No poems that can describe
You would have to step inside
My mind is a maze.
Guided by maps of conversations
Lost between walls of questionmarks
If you ask me how my mind works,
I would invite you in.
But there's no guarantee you'll find your way out.
Bon voyage.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Would you believe me if i said it was over, would you ask me why, plead with me to explain, even reconcider. Would you turn away or chase after me, quitly except or openly protest, demand a reason for this seemingly sudden change of heart.
It scares me that I barely remember my life before, my past has ceased to be memories of my life and become a montage of our time.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 2:28 PM UTC