I don't mean to be the quiet type,
I think I learn rather slowly.
It's not just a simple meet and greet,
I have a thousand things on my mind
like all of the time
and I don't mean to have blank stares on my face,
but you're beautiful
and I'm just scared that I might mess things up
if I even open my mouth,
so I just half smile and move along.
You hold my thoughts pretty high
and I don't know how to thank you.
So thank you,
is this how it's done?
I don't mean to be shy,
I think the world is too fast
and my mind melts too quickly
when you touch my sleeve.
A notch on my wrist,
some parts of her I'll always miss.
You said that my smile is sad,
do you say that to everyone that's depressed?
I don't mean to be this way,
I just keep telling myself the same thing
back to back,
roll over and play dead,
my heart is beating but I feel eh.
Do you feel this way too?
I write poetry and sometimes I write poetry for people.
Do you think that it's kind to be nice to others?
Do you love the ocean too?
What about clouds?
Maybe I'll write a book for you,
maybe a whole series.
Would you like that?
Sincerely,
yours.
YOU ARE READING
memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
