flushed
i wish we only talked in the dark
like midnights strolls along the park
because you can't see the colors on my face at nightwe're more than we make it out to be
but i now you're blind so i don't think that you'll see
and i think that i hid it from your sightand now my biggest scare
that would frighten me beyond compare
is that you would realizethat my face is always flushed when i'm with you
but that's alrightbecause i saw that your face was pink too
.
i kinda hate that but ok-

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trying 💌 poetry
Poetry𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ― 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 ©𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦