"You"
By Briar Rose Toyoshiba How you hold your head up high And flick your hair out of your sea filled eyes And how your charming smile comes so naturally, I don’t understand. I don’t understand you. Or your graceful hands, And your calculated moves, And how you float across the room. I don’t get it. I’m rough, And flat And literal. I don’t cary charm Or grace. So why oh…











