#32

The feelings i have for you 

cannot be written

nor spoken

the right words wont come up 

or i cant say them

because i got  my tongue

the cat had left for its morning shift

well im here all alone

with gloomy memories

the images pile up in my head like a stack of photos in a desert 

wheres the wind in a time like this?

or my common sense?

can you hit me now 

knock me out 

please oh i beg of you 

curiosity killed me 

why couldnt it have been that cat ?