HUSH, May 2019
Everything happens all at once,
I don’t have time for you.
So, don’t come.
Tomorrow spills into today,
I am looking forward to see you.
So, please come.
If my hair is here and there,
I cannot give you a hug you know...
So, don’t sulk.
If my words are lost in haze,
I cannot give you a beautiful gaze.
So, please sulk.
Opposites always walk as one with me
I am inconsistent.
So, don’t rush.
Your brilliance is deafening,
I am but a glimmer.
So, please hush.