I’ve never been good at holding anything,not even the light that shinesfrom the ceiling fan.The switch might as well be off.You came through the door,half…
Poet & Storyteller
I’ve never been good at holding anything,not even the light that shinesfrom the ceiling fan.The switch might as well be off.You came through the door,half…
She unravels herself like a rose In the palm of my hand. Some of her petals break off And lay to the sideThe pain of…