Feet.
They take us where we do and don't want to go;
They seem to have a mind of their own
And no matter what, they always seem to be
The best for taking pictures, because
No matter what, you don't have to see my face
Scrunched up in concentration
Hair still messy from sleep
Face still tired from lack of sleep
Lips sagging from not smiling yet
And feet perfectly fine
To take an early morning picture of,
To say that I did something, right?
YOU ARE READING
Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
