You are rather eager
but I fear
I am not what
you expect
or envision me to be.
Forgive my hesitance, but
I am not a people person.
No offense is meant.
Say, hypothetically,
I were to agree, how would
I know you weren't
some serial killer?
What would set
you apart from the crowd?
YOU ARE READING
Things Unseen
PoetryThe world is a beautiful place but it has grown strangely repetitive and dull in its constant beauty. Novel in verse. Unfinished #3 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
