Just a bubble away.
So close, but still a bubble away.
It can be popped by a single finger,
but if you have nothing to say
I'm going back.
I'm sorry, but it's warm here,
safe and innocent in my bubble.
I'm just a finger poke away,
But dear friend have something to say.
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoetryIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
