Well...
Tedium.
Exhausted.
Tedium.
Exhausted.
Slur over it.
What intrigues me?
I'm eager for that glance.
For the professor's split skirt.
For that vamp arrogant girl's smile.
For the massage on the colleague's neck.
For the smiling face tics of the scientist
Often I would like to start crying.
I'm amazed to connect with youth.
The bitter taste of the past.
The amnesia over death.
The vision for change.
I'm exhausted
That glance is
tedium's
end.
COPYRIGHT2012 BY CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU
What intrigues me?
I'm eager for that glance.
For the professor's split skirt.
For that vamp arrogant girl's smile.
For the massage on the colleague's neck.
For the smiling face tics of the scientist
Often I would like to start crying.
I'm amazed to connect with youth.
The bitter taste of the past.
The amnesia over death.
The vision for change.
I'm exhausted
That glance is
tedium's
end.
COPYRIGHT2012 BY CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU
