Flirtatious one,
You brush past my cheeks
careless, messing up my hair
and ruffling my clothes.
At the same time, you play
with her, as well. You are
the wind. You belong
to everyone.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poetrymy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
