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May 4
I wish you didn’t
Look so beautiful
I wish your eyes didn’t speak to me
I wish the language didn’t
Sing so beautifully
I wish I could hear another’s song
And it sound as so supreme
I wish I could meet you
And you aren’t like you seem
I don’t want to care
I can’t make myself not
But that’s a lie I tell myself
To justify putting real life on the shelf
Sitting far off
Collecting dust
Never ever gets wound up
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
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   guy scutellaro
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