My heart feels as is it has stopped
but for some reason I can feel it pounding
much quicker
simply because
someone walked by me
and the thought of them reading
my words I so meticulously typed,
horrified me.
Yet once this “poem”
is as close to complete as it will become,
will be published for all to see,
all to read.
?
why am I so scared?
//fear is one hell of a feeling//
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.