your face is sharp around the edges,
your hands never fit in the small holes they call pockets.
your eyes are cold,
and deep,
and they are reflected through clear lenses.
you've grown to fast,
more than the 365 days allowed in one year,
yet no matter how old you get,
no matter how young i seem to you,
you fill me with everything you know,
teach and care,
through cold and black,
white and snow,
you're always there.
to protect me.
i wish that everyday i could repay you.
in that love you give me-
YOU ARE READING
살아남은 사람 >> poems
Poetry// a book of poems // forgive me if what in this book comes off as alarming, i'm just speaking my mind in way that maybe only certain people understand~
