Obvious by Krista Delle Femine

Jul 29

Obvious

I envy those who have the privilege of wearing their hearts on their sleeves
Mine is right on my forehead
In the game of coy
I cannot win
If I grow bangs
It moves down to my chin

Written by

Krista Delle Femine 50/F/Massachusetts

(50/F/Massachusetts)

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