Saturday, September 15, 2012

The Q



I’m looking at you
Trying to figure out me
I don’t know what to do
But I’m still looking at you
But the world can’t hear
Cause its strange out there
There’s some weight in the air….

I’m sitting out here
Nobody can see
Cause its strange out there
Even the sun rejects to glare
You’re looking at me
I’m melting down fast
There’s not enough air
When you’re asking if I dare….

4 comments:

amila chathuranga said...

වැදගත් කතාවකි...

හිරුහිමාවී said...

Niz One Bro!

සිඳු said...

every time I notice that you have written a poem, i remind my self that I must try to write one on my own. (still planing)

This really is a good one. truly.

WildRose/SnowDrop said...

This is really a good one with a deep meaning! wow!