Looking into your eyes feels like melting into a lilac river, dazed by dimples, poisoned by the beautiful pale dotted skin spreading along open flower fields.
The sweetness that rides my veins like Amtrak, I'm tangled in you, completely.
My muse.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
