i am surrounded
by
dark eyes
and willful
fingertips
reaching to grasp
my
disintegrating
soul
but I am
finally brave enough
to say
no
YOU ARE READING
bones
Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
too tired for poetry
i am surrounded
by
dark eyes
and willful
fingertips
reaching to grasp
my
disintegrating
soul
but I am
finally brave enough
to say
no
