Loading...

Carelessly

Stumbling over words,
 
Like a child stumbles over shoe laces,
 
Left undone.
 
Every word I want to say,
 
Left undone.
 
With small bouts,
 
Skipping out carelessly,
 
Out of my ears, my nose, my eyes—my mouth,
 
In such an unflattering fashion,
 
and with such little grace.
 
I can’t seem to figure out,
 
How I managed to sway you into my arms.
Other works by Jen...



Top