I smudge on a coat
My grin changes color
I am in the corner
Waiting for your comfort
You walk a little closer
And I barely hesitate
When our lips stick together
They can't break away.
YOU ARE READING
Daisy Chains {Completed}
PoetryIn which a nineteen-year-old shows you snapshots of her freshman year (and the following summer) through paragraphs and pretty adjectives. | completed / updated sporadically
