There is a storm brewing outside
Much like coffee in my morning cup
I can smell wet earth when I write
Small letters and little fucks.
The world has opened up to me
A girl well groomed
Shadows have found meaning
And everyone else fooled.
Much like coffee in my morning cup
I can smell wet earth when I write
Small letters and little fucks.
The world has opened up to me
A girl well groomed
Shadows have found meaning
And everyone else fooled.
I love your writing...
ReplyDeleteThanks! I could say the same for some of your poems, especially the early ones.
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