You look me up and down
You've known me
For what feels like years
Yet you can't say it
Did you forget?
Out of the all the things you've called me?
You can't remember?
One simple word?
My name's not what you call me
But what I come to
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
