It holds me back
I can't interact
That lack of emotion
The sweet commotion
It tempts me
It shields the
It confines me in devotion
I can't keep it
It's out of my grasp
Like a glass of water
I spilled
As time;
I can't rewind
As I thought
Her face was in shock
She twist and turned
Distorted she looked
As her face shook
I can't hide
She can't deny
The look in her eyes
It was no surprise
It took me
I heard her inner plea
It enticed me
Almost blinding
Her tears were as the sea
Fresh and clean;
Salty and roaring
As she cried her awful plea
No wonder she can't trust me
YOU ARE READING
Not them, but something else
RandomWho are we to be the world? We will never be nature, but human. Why can't I see you and still know who you are? This is us, we are them, and no one can stop that, so be something else. Many short poems that have no relation but they relate. Written...
