your words clung to me
like wet clothes
and tattoos.
i'm trying to forget
what you told me
in the shadow of the day.
you are a creature
unlike all the rest,
still,
there is no one willing
to be your captor.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
your words clung to me
like wet clothes
and tattoos.
i'm trying to forget
what you told me
in the shadow of the day.
you are a creature
unlike all the rest,
still,
there is no one willing
to be your captor.
Request permission to use this poem