I can feel your head in my lap,
your hand in my hair,
your lips on my cheek,
but it all feels wrong
like it's not _you_ who's supposed to be there
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
I can feel your head in my lap,
your hand in my hair,
your lips on my cheek,
but it all feels wrong
like it's not _you_ who's supposed to be there
A poem every day
22-1-20
Written by
17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
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