My mind has a room with a tall drawer.
You say the contents are never a bore.
You've a habit of peeking through my door.
That's why you know what I'm like at the core.
It seems you know what I currently stand for.
With passion, you tell me to underscore.
But I am still finding what to speak for;
Although, I appreciate your vigor.
YOU ARE READING
Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoezjaGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
