her voice carried him far away
brought his soul to that place, neverland.
his words did nothing for her.
only wrought confusion.
he settled just
for presence,
his chest, her pillow.
"for you, my dear,"
he thought
"a heart, to rest your head."
YOU ARE READING
a years worth of poetry
Poetryvarious poetry written between march 2014 to 2015. more will be posted as i find it and stop being lazy.
