Her gaze softens when she's mid-sentence,
She rubs her foot when the voices fade,
She seeks no harm or any kind of vengeance,
If she does, its well hidden behind a facade,
Her eyebrows furrow looking at the ceiling,
And she often falls behind, when we walk in a crowd,
But she's never too far, always near,
She often looks like she came down from a cloud,
Something takes her away for a second,
I don't know where, I just know she's not here,
And that when she comes back she looks freshened,
Like something went in her, and killed all that fear,
I want to ask her how she leaves,
And what she feels, and what she sees,
I'll even get on my knees,
And ask her to take me too, please.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
ПоэзияSincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
