Why don’t people come with instruction manuals
I think
Annoyed for the millionth time in a day
I need to know your triggers
What makes you smile
When do you fall
I feel the need to know it all
Why wouldn’t you tell me I keep wondering
I know I’d follow them to the T
Even though I am the worst at following instructions
For you I would try you see !
I think
Annoyed for the millionth time in a day
I need to know your triggers
What makes you smile
When do you fall
I feel the need to know it all
Why wouldn’t you tell me I keep wondering
I know I’d follow them to the T
Even though I am the worst at following instructions
For you I would try you see !
If people had one word descriptions
Mine would be confused
That lady who speaks to me everyday
I guess we can call her homely
My driver, chirpy
Our friends would be strong, quiet, stubborn
Then there’s always this one pushy person
An earnest one
And someone cunning – well self aware
Happy, excited, pure
We also know some who have settled for less
Scared, anxious and unsure
I try and try
To find a word for you
For the warm smiles and the indifference
The understanding and the absence
The knowing me inside out and the rift you create
The telling me every little detail and the silence
And moments,
For the warm smiles and the indifference
The understanding and the absence
The knowing me inside out and the rift you create
The telling me every little detail and the silence
And moments,
Moments where your eyes speak and the ones where I don’t exist
I break those down and look
I look for one word, one phrase for you
Your caption
To write instructions for myself
And try maybe
To break this code you have around me now
But I fail, time and again
To read your poker face
I break those down and look
I look for one word, one phrase for you
Your caption
To write instructions for myself
And try maybe
To break this code you have around me now
But I fail, time and again
To read your poker face
So even with everything you do
All those words I hear from you
Things I know deep down are true
Even after everything we’ve been through
I now think
Maybe I never did know you.
All those words I hear from you
Things I know deep down are true
Even after everything we’ve been through
I now think
Maybe I never did know you.
Rotten Peaches Poetry 