my hands shoved deep into my pockets
like they're deep enough to hold the well of words i cant bring myself to say
staring at the ground
hoping my thoughts are written there so they will flow more easily
but every time i open my mouth to speak i stop myself
certain its all going to come out wrong
do i say it even though it won't be pretty
do i save it because you won't listen anyway
my hands are digging in my pockets
looking for all of these answers
but coming up empty
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