comfortable.

an old one i found, sorry if it is a dud or whatever.

eyeliner,
sleeves,
and maybe correct hair,
feeling right with a pen in my hand.

the paper becomes graffitied with words of
my mind eventually,
not making enough sense
explains how im thinking.

funny this feeling,
it's always how i feel
without you by my side.

Sorry I didn't like it. It just felt like a bunch of words just thrown together. I mean i read it twice and i just don't get it. Oh and the limit is only 3 poems a day. next time read before posting please. merry christmas though