Different Pen
Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, December 08, 2016
brown eyes that look away
Somber, brown eyes,
a long back not always up to carrying the weight of life,
strong legs that jump a bit too often,
this is me.
Icy reserve,
eager warmth,
uncertain wisdom.
And yet I cannot love myself.
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