Ken Squires

It seems as of late, this is what you want
You want distance between us
Want to be left alone.

So I will give you distance
I will give you silence
I will give you privacy

You won't hear from me, unless you message first.
I'm done trying to be that guy, who is waiting by his tablet for a message
Only to not get one

To keep pushing the button to see if I have a message
I can see that you want to be left alone

So let the creepy church organ play me out
Like I'm laying down in my final resting place

Arms crossed, eyes closed
Let me forever lay here

As you want your distance
Until my final sentence


View kensquires's Full Portfolio