A poem with no words
With nothing to talk about,
with no words,
but so many to say,
with a small mouth,
but so many sentences.
Someone with so many questions,
but with no answers,
barely understanding the language,
and yet still trying to speak it,
when rushing through words it all comes out as mumbles,
with laughs when you ask a serious question.
Father yelling at me for asking all...
with no words,
but so many to say,
with a small mouth,
but so many sentences.
Someone with so many questions,
but with no answers,
barely understanding the language,
and yet still trying to speak it,
when rushing through words it all comes out as mumbles,
with laughs when you ask a serious question.
Father yelling at me for asking all...