My legs are stuck in a trance.
// is this attraction or rather infatuation? //
Why won't they make sense?
It will always be there, so why run?
Please critique (strictest sense of the word critique).
You determine your own value. No one else.
This is a black out poem from pages 154 and 155 of Touching Spirit Bear by Ben Mikaelsen.
A constant war That I wish desperately to end
I have unattainable dreams. I don't think I'll ever write a happy poem.
Just a little quote for those struggling. Stay strong.
I'll leave kisses down your spine, little reminders that we're fine.
My body is thanking me for unde
Something, But still nothing.
a kind of poem like thing about love and relationships