I live under your gaze
in a box
by the bus bench
in the bushes.
Though our eyes
never meet,
not a glance my way,
I feel your shame.
Don’t.
Judge my story.
You’ll find it in my eyes.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I live under your gaze
in a box
by the bus bench
in the bushes.
Though our eyes
never meet,
not a glance my way,
I feel your shame.
Don’t.
Judge my story.
You’ll find it in my eyes.