Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

You are too much with others 
And too much nothing with me, 
Understanding you means
 Not understanding me...

You are too secretive,
 As if you always have too much to hide,
 I would like to be on the same level
 But you make me feel too small.
 (Compared to you...)

You are too selective
 When you choose your words,
 In the middle of a conversation
 I get lost; not understanding what you mean.
© roxana