You claim you're not a writer,
Doing it for fun you said,
But literature is what you wrote,
Literature is what I read.
Every sentence well crafted,
Making the words jump out like a drawing on a page.
You're cheeky at most,
Sweet all times,
Oh how I wish your hand would touch mine.
Although we aren't close,
And away for a time...
I will always have your words,
Your words that are delightfully divine.
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
