ChrissieFour

Who can speak of empathy, sitting on a wall, a neighbour of the sea, see her eyes come awake, they dance on thorns, she reads me and fakes, each day of being happy, it's echoed in my calls, un absencia of feeling, who wants to stake, a life of being torn, so I hesitate, someone asks me, a penny for your thoughts, and what about infidelity, so useless really, being a liar adrift forlorn, within this season, shivering here in the lee, shudder if i'm caught, this is not me, wondering if I'm born.