She's too shy, come now, don't look her in the eye,
For you may see things you do not wish to see, and you may become something you do not wish to be.
Her eyes will engulf you, swallow you up whole, to her breath you will succumb and give to her your soul.
Your lips will begin to burn from words unsaid, and your eyes, they will weep, for they will see worse than dead.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoesíaI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
