Insecure and obsessive,
you wove her.
Just your luck,
hold me tight like a clover.
Call me back,
like a game of red rover.
-now i have to miss you all over
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
red rover
Insecure and obsessive,
you wove her.
Just your luck,
hold me tight like a clover.
Call me back,
like a game of red rover.
-now i have to miss you all over
