╰☆☆June☆☆╮'s photos with the keyword: frosted glass

Texture from Photoscape I took this through the frosted glass on my back door. Frosted Glass, a poem by Cis's-faux-nom Catch a glimpse Out of the corner of an eye. Fleeting, don't linger Move on with the lie. To turn and look, Would be a sin. Satisfying the part of me That must not win. To see you like that I'm told is wrong. So I push the urge away, But for how long? You are always there Tempting a slip of tongue, An ounce of the truth, For which I'd be hung. Because through frosted glass, A distorted view, Is the only way society Will let me see you.