on nights like this
I wish I could be
what keeps you warm,
like a glass of
whiskey
in front of the
dimming fireplace,
burning through you
ever-so-slowly,
curling your toes
inside your boots,
setting your mind
to drift from
the pages of that
worn, yellowed book.
YOU ARE READING
Pushin' Up Daisies
PoesiaA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
