Fingers
Tracing
Searching
For what is already found.
You hesitantly
Pull me through
An already opened door.
You will not chase me
For I do not run.
I stand
Calmly resilient.
Uncertain on this threshold.
Waiting.
To return what is mine..
In you.
2015
You're back, Miss Honeytip. How great it is to see you here again and writing your special brand of cheeky verse. Red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet drop.Full of love.Keep inking.