our love feels like a game of hide and seek.
you want me to stay hidden until everyone is ready to seek me.
but I've been ready to be found since we started the game.
my hiding place isn't comfortable, so hurry and find me, seek me, show me to the world.
our love isn't a game of hide and seek.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Puisia collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
