Touch me like I'm made of glass
See me like I'm made of gold
Want me to be next to you
Through thick and thin and through the cold
Where did I go wrong my love?
Why can't you just know me?
Once I'm headed up above,
What will I be leaving?
YOU ARE READING
It Was Thus, Or Whatever
PoetryMy words are not thoughts or simple meanings They are feelings And believings And everything-in-betweenings... This is my assorted writings collection. It's mostly poetry. I hope you enjoy.
