This me...

Shy other

This me...

Why bother 

With quadary

Wickedly good 

Caringly bad 

Rough till tough 

Disarming till charming

Cold hearted 

Hot blooded 

Aloof from truth 

With an intimate lie

Late night 

Nightly

Early morning

Mourning

Touching hello

Caressing goodbye

At the worst

It was best

To continue the worst

Magic carpet

Tar pit

There's nothing

To exclaim

To whimper

With words

With thoughts

With expressions

With gestures

A surfeit of surface

The perfect place

For gruesome

Mumblings

Graffiti

Badly written

Sadly sung

Scribble hum

 

 

9-19-17

I know it says nothing, after all nothing says it all.