be mine,
one and only
be mine
let me in
let me explore the pores of your soul
slipping through them
show me who you really are
who is that person I see?
smoking a cigarette 4 am in the morning
should I keep my distance
are you annoyed?
I refuse to call
he's seen through my stubbornness for sure
his canvas is empty
debating what to make
so I splash my color on it
hoping you won't get too mad
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
