Moist Poem by La'Chelle Yount

Moist



Felling the rain
Chills... how becoming
Not showing skin
Humility only in me
Goodness in him
Familiar things all around
Underneath it all
Building up self
Only to keep it
Not being able to grasp
The uncertainty of looks
Only mine
Perfection on his part
Scares me into my clothes
The rain falls...
Cold air fills the room

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