I make no promises,
I respond quickly
ad scowl
as I hit send,
realizing the expectant smile
that has spread
across my face without
my consent.
Perhaps, I gave you
a hard time.
I am hiding the biggest
secret of all and once we
are face to face not
even your darkness will
be able to keep it
under wraps.
I tap away at a few
more keys and
erase before I hit send.
I can't chicken out now, can I?
I'll wear the new dress
mom bought for me my
birthday. She said
it fits me just right
an I'll steal a
flower from the
neighbour's yard to set the scene.
Though if I scrap it,
maybe there's a chance
you won't notice me.
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.