sunflowers and roses
adorn her desk
a candy heart
handwritten script
what am I
that I cannot find
the security
of another
is it my hair
unkempt and awkward
my smile
something I do not enjoy
my silence
or too much empty noise
or something deeper
that I don't want to see
what magnetism draws?
I will never understand
how I was looked at once
like an origami bird
my wings are lead
and cannot fly
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
