Wax I was a lump and I was moved and shaped And I am made to perfection, they say I am slender and I am tall And I’m wicked away
By Sara Furse2 years ago in Poets
She dove And landed on the bottom She stacked rocks on her stomach To hold her down The silence was profound Closed her eyes with her hair swirling round
Every time, next to a guy A human that wants to get to know my insides I feel as an imposter There’s no way they want to be inside
