How long have you been there?
waiting and watching my mess.
I can never tell your spite,
from your love & tenderness.
Sometimes I think of you,
just here for the entertaining view.
When I feel everything shiny and new,
nobody else wants me too.
I see all of the things,
you pretend too.
How long have you thought,
you were free to ?
You didn’t even bother,
to tell me what’s next to do.
Not at least like you,
almost always like to.
We are always young,
compare two tomorrows.
Always dance with those you love.
please don’t ignore their shadows and sorrows…
dead beat poet 