They're all like mannequins.
Each and everyone made from the same material and look the same.
They differ of course, but do they really?
And they talk about different things and they like different things, but it's all the same.
You're weird.
And different.
And I love weird and different.
And I don't have to hide it or mask it.
Despite whatever you've gone through, and wherever we stand, I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Cigarettes
ŞiirPoems and poetic writings. #458 in Poetry-May 1st, 2018. #478 in Poetry-April 29th, 2018. #507 in Poetry-April 21st, 2018. #605 in Poetry-April 14th, 2018. #702 in Poetry-April 5th, 2018.
