I don't think you
understand.
"Did I not tell you
that everything is
revealed under the
blinding light of
the sun? My luring
smile is washed
away, so you're
left with my daytime
self."
I pat your hand
again, "Besides,
how could you bore
me? You're blind
and brilliantly
ignorant to the world
you live in.
You offer
a lifetime of
entertainment."
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.
