"Even though I'm
scared of the dark
and insufferably
moody?"
The words slip out
without my permission and
I wish I could take them back,
but it's too late.
I feel your leg brush mine
under the booth.
Are we playing footsie?
What on earth?
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.
