Covetous of you
yet invisible I am.
It was maybe plain courtesy
and never devotion.
Dictate in me
you're too dextrous
to this crestfallen.
But even if so,
you are never
not mine.
YOU ARE READING
He
PoetryA book he holds with countless pages, His eyes heal, and his love reads. This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a man's point of view of love and life.
Never Not Mine
Covetous of you
yet invisible I am.
It was maybe plain courtesy
and never devotion.
Dictate in me
you're too dextrous
to this crestfallen.
But even if so,
you are never
not mine.
