Oct 3, 2019
a white-T hangs on you like a blank canvas
beautifully worn with opportunity
a drape over your beauty
even in a shortsleeved shirt
warmth surrounds you
heating up the world with your every step
a force to be reckoned with
your presence is like fire
always depending on the context
your love like a glove
catch me, squeeze me
taught to not let go
you throw me under the bus
after telling me to look both ways
i thought i saw something coming
but i told myself the light was just sunshine
maybe i should get my eyes checked
you refuse the wear your glasses
