me then..
Ignore..
Write the wrong
As though in song
Await the speel
Of how they feel
Can't be doing
That's not righting
Set me then staight
About which you hate
Making you itch
Causing me to fix
What I can't see
In this mind of me.
Pretending am not there
Makes it a dare
Echoes in silences
Much better than violence
Waving to the blind
Oh look at the find
My own dug deep
Ideas that I get to keep
Since no one elses nose
Smells the taste of I knows
Left to my peace
Am happy in my niche.
W