Shut Down, Shut Out
He looks so forlorn
Always reading, always, now
Rarely looking up
In his night reaching
He skims over my surface
Touching what he wants
Protecting my heart
I curl up, hiding again
He begs to come in
I want the feelings
They are no where to be found
Tucked into corners
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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