Talkward Poem by Paul Brookes
Talkward
we think we are and then I want to speak
but out it comes talkward
these are not roses in my cheeks
no they are unspared blushes, desert dry throat,
glad we got over my talkwardness
and got to kiss.
Thursday, October 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: awkwardness
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