Just my writing and I. It may not be good, but it's been my life for all these years. Every poem tells another story of my life. All poems/writings are copyrighted.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
January 11, 2014
Sitting in silence,
Waiting for the ball to drop,
Flinching with every move,
Eggshells under your feet.
Don't say a word,
Don't make eye contact,
And maybe it will blow over,
Instead of turning into,
Day after day of silence.
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