A glance

A glance

I suppose that...
Somewhere in between the steady brown of your eyes,
and the tethered beauty hidden by the chains of my dress
I lost the yearning for the warmth and the adrenaline,
And settled for a glance.
This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741