I don't think I knew I was an outsider
Didn't recognise I didn't belong
But as I spend time with you all
I can see I don't fit
in your lives
Apart
A partial person
A hole
Not a whole
©cih16, 15:24, 28.11.16
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.