• theboywiththespecs 34w

    Lost for words,
    I looked at you;
    hoping you’d figure
    what I had to tell.
    Clueless, you shrugged at me;
    your mouth stuffed with
    shameless words that
    wear sunglasses to bed.
    Hesitant of risking a goodbye,
    I hid under the bedstead
    and fell into a slumber.
    Now that I have words—
    and that you are “missing”—
    I may get out of the daze
    I put myself in.