"i promise." you had said
i look deep into your eyes
"promise?" my voice shook quietly
you held out your pinky
before pushing your hand
somewhere else on my body
somewhere forbidden
"pinky promise."
YOU ARE READING
the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
