Soft
My father says
I'm soft.
Too sensitive and my skin is too thin
Whether to keep out or hold in
I'm not sure.
I'm soft.
My stomach is well lined
Practically bursting at the seams
I'm soft.
My being soft makes you softer
You being soft makes me softer
Practically paper skin
I wonder why it's so hard
and why we can hardly be hard together.
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2020
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