(I wrote this poem last month, this just came to me late one night)

a smile is plastered on your lips,
but a frown is leaking out of your eyes
like a tired soul
under the heat of this cold night.
are you with me,
or are you somewhere else?
we both know the answer
and it seems that we are tired,
the room is filling up
with empty space,
and we're exchanging empty stares
like two goldfish
looking at each other
from afar
while slowly drowing
in each other's fish bowl



K2 Modify 2007 | Use it. But don't abuse it.