Hey little girl
What's that on your arm
Isn't this oversized sweater
for summer a bit too warm
No it's just a cold
She shaking replied
It doesn't take much
to feel that she lied
A look to the ground
From her side
I tell her that I know
what long sleeves hide
Just a little closer
My body comes to her
A kiss on her forehead
To tell her I'm there
My phone number
on a yellow background card
I hold her now,
tell her I know that it's hard
From the clouds to her shoes
A tear drops quietly
And already planning my end
While hugging her tightly
B.A.
YOU ARE READING
A Bleak Puddle
PoetryStories, my heart tells camouflaged as poems Maybe you somehow understand And I hope you get inspired Or that you feel understood And that I can possibly save you Or that I get to help you in any other way B.A.
