I felt it, a little while back–
That a part of me is hiding
Beneath everything that isn’t fun,
Like a child in a tent of blankets,
Smiling, laughing,
And wondering,
Will you find me?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I felt it, a little while back–
That a part of me is hiding
Beneath everything that isn’t fun,
Like a child in a tent of blankets,
Smiling, laughing,
And wondering,
Will you find me?