another silent goodnight
inside of his boring girl
he is a tourist
the bored boy
lacks to see her luster
he takes a trip, twice a week
not ever really seeing her
she thinks of him always
and fumbles inwardly with exhaustion
like a thinly sliced apple
she feels her core disregarded
she will give up soon enough
no longer able to speak
when a love cannot be given words
things do become boring
he is a tourist
the bored boy
lacks to see her luster
he takes a trip, twice a week
not ever really seeing her
she thinks of him always
and fumbles inwardly with exhaustion
like a thinly sliced apple
she feels her core disregarded
she will give up soon enough
no longer able to speak
when a love cannot be given words
things do become boring