Monday 16 January 2012

Untitled - 16th January 2012

Where can I look
when your eyes are averted..

You tell me clearly, to listen and understand..
but you're talking in tongues at me,
and I barely have the time to whisper back.

I watch you cry, and feel nothing but anger-
Not for you; not at someone.. but that I couldn't care any less.
For anyone...

You ask me completely, if I could hold and cherish you..
but you're talking in tongues at me,
and I barely have the time to translate your senseless desires.

I picture your hair, now..
Cus I dare not look towards you.
I'm scared you've passed too far,
and I can't help you any longer.