I hear with my ears.
I see with my eyes.
I talk with my lips.
I touch with my fingers.
I listen with my ears peeled forward.
I observe with my eyes taped down to my cheeks.
I spiel with my lips zipped, and the pull-tab thrown.
I embrace with my fingers that have no prints.
But after all of the senses, the one I can't do,
Has nothing to do with being alongside you.
YOU ARE READING
Teenage Poems
Poetrypoems to hopefully make you laugh, relate to, feel good, and have confidence. Enjoy yourself in the peak of your views. [completed] Since this got 1K, I'm thinking about making Teenage Poems 2, or perhaps just a continuation. a/n: these poems are no...
