"hold my hand!"
you say as you extend your hand.
she flinches on your sudden approach
but tries her best to muster
a smile and shakes her head no.
but then another lightning strike
as she almost jumps and covers her ears.
"trauma"
you realise.
YOU ARE READING
happy rains ✓
Poetryinsights of a boy who couldn't care less and a girl who just wants to be seen. --- *(lower case intended)* *** -@vaulce ©all rights reserved 2021 • started: 14th march 2021 ...
