Sitting in your living room
I feel like a mannequin
Stiff and uncomfortable
But I keep sitting
Because that's what I was made for
Because that's how you make me feel
Stiff and easy
Immovable
Untouchable
Unlovable
But yet I keep coming back to that same room
YOU ARE READING
I think I would like to say something
Poetryshe doesn't speak much, but she writes. she writes beautiful. she writes in roses and soap and lavender. she writes poetry.
