And if maybe even it is seldom
I can feel the fabric prickle against my skin
The exposure of ill-fitted clothes and fickle smiles
And the shock of me struggling to breathe in
I seem to sense all here
As if everything has turned itself on like lights
And though I hope to see no more
Perhaps he can save me, if I see again.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
