Lolita's Poetry

Hunting for my answers

Sometimes we think too much into a person's actions,
Perhaps even a little more than what we should think about.

Translating your every move into a language that only I understand,
I misunderstood and realise that everything I've been thinking of was insane.

Mulling over prized possessions which mean nothing to us,
The essence of time does not reward our youth.

I reckon that maybe we should all just keep quiet for a little while,
Listen to what your troubled friend has to say.

Perhaps give a little shrug or hug,
And brighten up your friend's day.

posted by lolita's lovelies @ 11:52 PM