You were asking. I wasn't telling. I hoped you were joking but you weren't laughing.
"Sometimes we have to command. Come on just give me your hands."
You raised my sleeves. I was afraid you will leave or scream.
I was filled with fear for what I would hear. You said "Don't cry you didn't liy when you said you were fine. At least you tried."
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryΤα ποιήματα θα είναι γραμμένα από εμένα και στα αγγλικά γιατί έχω κόλλημα και μόνο σε αυτή τη γλώσσα γράφω.
