You've got it all wrong,
my little flower.
"Everyone is afraid
of the dark,
some are just better
at hiding it."
I brush my leg against
yours beneath the table
and I lean forward
and take your hand.
"What do you say?
Will you be my playmate
and keep me
entertained?"
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.
