365 Poems – 187 Last Attempt (Rough First Draft)
I think that perhaps kissing will make
everything better, and I’ll be able
to tell you how I feel totally hidden,
how I feel like I’ve been mistakenly
exposed to the world too early.
You’re rushing, trying to catch the sun
before I’ve had chance to show you
how tender I can be, how loving.
It snowed last night, but not enough
to make a difference to my mood,
and I know, for a fact that I’m losing you.