jokes fill my mouth and their ears
so now they finally shut up
chuckle comes out of their throats
and it is when i find out
i know the things they want to hear
and i'm about to puke the words at them
it doesn't matter how we're feeling
unless we're silent it all remains the same
i am a junkie for their attention
but i am trying to neglect
although each time i'm getting sober
i am not sure how their laughter
should have felt.
- Author: Vera Podell ( Offline)
- Published: April 19th, 2023 12:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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