A second choice
You would rather be with someone else
A hushed voice
Your word is law and mine is a suggestion
"You're mine"
You tell me yet still long for many
A blurred line
My boundaries are checkpoints and yours are landmines
You cry on my shoulder
You've never once seen my tearsMy hands grow colder
Your hands push and pull instead of holding mine
YOU ARE READING
Erato is forcing me to make poems
PoetryAttempting to post one poem a day for at least this month, but possibly longer, let's see.