Rainy drops cut drowsy hair
Feels some hunger feels the bad
Wanted shiny busy day- burned this memory as well
Not a feeling, not a joy
Just a hunger,just killjoy
Now I'm sitting, glassy eyes
Looking through the greyest past
An anxiety that was, an anxiety with dust
Rainy drops with bloody shines
Cut my hair, cut yours and ours
Any feelings?Any sounds?
Wanted to scream words or something?
Wanted to write it like Cummings?
All u did is just a writing.
Not a word, just simple doubting.....