your grapevine hair
grazes your curved
shoulders
with eyelashes so long
they nearly touch the book
held close to your
button nose,
pages moving in the
persistent
wind
and the smell of your
crisp shampoo
reminds me of
home
..................................
the best way to describe SomethingInBloom
here's your poem, poopface :*
<3
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as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
