One step.
One look.
One smile.
One word.
I ask myself for the right time
'cos I'm still stupid with every line.
One move.
One stare.
One tear.
One thought.
And I'm so d*mn afraid of this thing I hold
knowin' that you're mean and cold.
One push.
One glance.
One laugh.
One voice.
Guess you're too deaf to hear me call
hurt me bad in a great downfall.
One touch.
One sight.
One lie.
One gasp.
Say now I'm here to bid you goodbye
sick to set this feeling with me to die.
-_-_-_-_-
Nov. 7, 12
8:26 am
YOU ARE READING
I Predict A Riot
PoetryFelt like your brain nearly collapse and your heart's dying to explode because of things you can't tell straight thinking nobody can get your point?? Guess that's the sign of when it all started. And there goes the 'riot' residing in you.
