"saly" poems
I sit on the far side of the room
looking at you
not looking at me
and I see her
and I see him
and I feel tears
and I run from fears
And I know that none of us know
that we dont always have to smile
we dont alays have to put on a show
I see fears
I see tears
tears on him
tears on her
I sit on the far side of the room
looking at you
not looking at me
and I taste
the saly sweet of my sadness
going down down down
Im going down down down.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC