dontspeak

I am not You try to not let me know, But you know I know, But we still love to play this game. And I pretend to not know. You become my welcoming migraine, The scented black rings around my eyes that I don't mind anymore. 27 thousand printed conversations sitting in my draw. The garden gate door, To anywhere. I want to jump off your cliff hair into you gentle lap and nap 7 hours and I roll over Or be pressed by your dancing sense Laughing at my expense. It dances upon you. I sometimes forget what you look like. You trample on me, You kick and shout at me, I know you think less of me, You don't like me, You have a meas