January 21, 2024. 10:53 AM
Fabrics of me unfold before you
As you feel my silk and touch my cotton
I wonder again like I always tell you
Would you love me the same?
Adore me the same?
With all my folds and wrinkles?
Will you let me flow with the breeze beside you?
Or will you fold me again and never touch me?
Would you sell me for cheap and buy some new fabric?
YOU ARE READING
Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
