jiving at five in the morning,
yawning without wanting
to sleep, but duty is ringing
on the phone and
is singing a tune
you love (but hate today).
shy goodbyes bite you
in massive waves:
you should have let him kiss you good night.
but this is not you.
you are the one that blows kisses you wish you could plant.
you are the one that throws away hands you could hold.
you are the one that drops compliments you could keep.
you are the one that chases touch (but just to crush it).
Uhm, can you say WRITER’S BLOCK? Say it with me: WRITER’S BLOCK.