OP8

nod my head when chalky finger pointing down when condescending tone alone the only sound when ruler hit my knuckle on the holy ground when every time she talk about a wedding gown its not in the words that your singing it’s the way that you sing their song nails on a chalkboard its got my head ringing and I’m not going to sing along

i just nod my head

no love in his heart no beat in his chest but he’s saving all his change to buy bullet proof vest

i look around this world for some guidance the far corners where Nothing is said looking for old men sitting on mountains in silence Dalia Lama gives a smile and he nods his head

so i nod my head