This is about love, for love. For you!
Whoever be
that stole the senses out of place from this body.
YOU ARE READING
IDIOMATIC
PoetryI have some things in my mind that I still don't know about. Sometimes they just come out as words through a pen on a page (or in my notes app too). But yeah, if you, by a needle in a hay chance, have read the (deleted)poem book I wrote before this...
whoever be
This is about love, for love. For you!
Whoever be
that stole the senses out of place from this body.
