Keats

Keats

By Samuel Cornett

You were waiting at the door
And my parents loved you
I just need someone to lean on
Maybe, I need another person to spend
time with and share deeper feelings
with–
I can’t stand up on my own
Without laying down on my bed.
Am I worth anything if I don’t work,
Will this heart stop beating?
No.
Your heart beats on its own because
you are you…