I paint all these pictures
And you still don’t see me
You don’t want
To know me
I sing all these songs
And you still don’t hear me
You don’t care
To talk to me
I write all these poems
And you still don’t need me
You don’t feel
Any passion
I open my heart to others’ pains
And you still have no interest
You don’t find me
Worth your effort
Babe, I’m out of wits
I’m grasping at straws
What can I do
To crack that shell?
What can I do
To steal your heart?
Oh, what can I do
To make you mine?
Apr 04, 2020
Gnocchi Artyst
