your voice is so hushed around me,
treading lightly,
being gentile.
i'm not accustomed to it,
so when you beckon me to you,
i travel just as quietly.
i love you more than you could imagine.
please, bring me closer.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
