you peel back my layers slowly gently reverently one by one petals of a zinnia bud I take a risk resist the instinct to stay
Tag: trust
Nothing Up My Sleeve
I still hold truths close to my heart fanned tarot cards facing away from prying eyes no interest in judgement no use for pity I
Petals
Peeling back my layers Slowly, gently, carefully One by one Like the petals of a zinnia bud My instinct is usually To stay your
Confessional
Do you kneel on cold flagstone floor when confessing to me those sins you longed to keep hidden? Those human failings dark deeds fatal flaws
