You're sedating, eyes like autumn,
the august sky blanketing me,Your iced smile, carving into me
rockets fly and I can't contain itHow could I not stare, baby?
You make the impossible the most possible.
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...