I wish I had opened the door
so I could fall into warm arms and cry
but those not holding me would have laughed
and those holding me wouldn't know what to do with their hands
and I would end up crying alone again
legs pressed to chest
curled on a cold floor
YOU ARE READING
What I See
Poetrypoetry by me of everyday scenery Sometimes I upload in quick succession Be sure to check the part number, that you're not missing a part (even though they aren't connected by story line)
