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#caretake
I wouldn’t call me kind I wouldn’t call me caring Still I rose you fast and tight Aware of what I’m daring I wouldn’t say I’m tender I wouldn’t say I’m bonafide Yet I offered you a shelter Or rather I drew you inside I’d rather say I’m reckless And I never really cared And I wonder what distress Initiated my revert For long time I couldn’t say What thought had persuaded And ruled my mind that day I never really stated Though I got an aprehension Gazing at you in the night A dangerously feel of tension That I’m still trying to hide
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Kind and Tender