my world looks like me
and your world looks like me
but no knows it
but no one knows me yet
i write these words on
pages of catalogues
for them to see it
they ask me all the questions
and i know all the answers
this way they'll see me, this way
they'll know the real me
my world looks like me
and your world looks like me
but no one cares
but no cares yet
my words read well on the back
of the catalogues too, painted a tame flamingo pink
upside down the words read: It's been awhile...
YOU ARE READING
Lost Notebooks 2009-2014
PoetrySharing pomes and entries from old notebooks with you before they get thrown away. There's bound to be something in them..
