Let me In.
Inside what they
call love.
Let me in.
I want to feel what they
call love.
Let me in.
I do not know this feeling
they like so much.
Let me feel this.
Let me feel this foreign
high they experience
so much.
Let me in, please.
Why is this the only
door which is not unlocked?
I must know.
Know why this foreign
feeling still feels so
familiar.
Why?
Why is this the only
thing I feel I need
so much?
Let me in.
I am in need of love.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
