Ask

This is part of a series of short poems called “Scraps.” I took the first word that my phones auto correct thought I would write with a letter. In this case it was ‘A’ and the word was ‘Ask’. I then wrote the first thing that came into my mind.

The questions lie

On my tongue

Where were you?

What were you doing?

But my fear of you leaving

Overpowers me

Were you with her?

And I

Don’t dare ask.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s