Love

394_13473312_1625312007783519_1897981261_n

Isn’t it strange
How we arrange
Ourselves with another
In front of each other

Give me your mask
(No one would ask)
And run out the door
(They’ve seen it before)

Because I’m deprived
Supine sometimes
Stuck to the floor
And ready to die

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Love

Comments are closed.