Leaning against the door
Black vans tapping the floor
Your glasses flash this way
Gaze drops and I look away
Quietness knows our names
They say we're the same
If I didn't admit it, I'd be lying
You made me yours without trying
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
