I don't remember everything that happened last night.
But I do remember waking up early this morning on that trampoline
The poncho half on me and half on you
It was freezing outside.
I stood up carefully,
And placed all of the poncho on you.
You stirred.
I crept off of that trampoline,
And back inside.
Praying to God
that I will never half to face the reality,
Of what my feelings mean.
My feelings for you.
YOU ARE READING
Trampolines - Poetry ✘✘
Poetry" Into the place I call my home the dome that is my head the sickening strain inside my brain says what needs to be said. " This is a poem anthology. Which is fancy talk for saying, this is my book of poems. -pride
