AWAY FOR A WHILE


I notice the more I write
More words show up
To describe your art
I lament to pay with time
My ineptness to try
To smirch your image
I leave you my pen
Cause my hands trick my mind
I placed my sounds where
They can be found
And please leave

A cold glass of water
For when I comeback
From a walk I'm not sure
Of destination and span

I notice the more I walk
Confusion expands
I'm not apt for romance
Curse at me from far
My attention is lax

I leave you my pen
Cause my hands trick my mind
I placed my sounds where
They can be found
And please leave

A cold glass of water
For when I comeback
From a walk I'm not sure
Of destination and span

I see you looking at yourself
Through my eyes full of bites