Ignorance is bliss, and I write to diminish that bliss entirely.
Look at me as I look at you See with the eyes you've had since youth Convey with the lips pulled tight in a grin That this is a face you'd like to see again
By Samantha Rogers6 years ago in Poets
Pacing, tracing, breathing in a single moment Eyes following, throats swallowing, don't look up Sitting cross-legged in the floor