Think, Please

Outlined in dark, muddled in green
Your eyes told me that same story
Your mouth always refused to say
Meek in every decision
Futilely trying to explain your actions
Never ceasing, never ending
Always running; that’s your excuses
Maybe if you tried
You might be able to
Keep
Up
With
Your
Mouth
And you don’t even consider
The slightest possibility,
The smallest ounce of a chance
That maybe
Perhaps
It affected me too.





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