Angels And Coffee | A Poetry Collection

Love, stars and freckles

i'm writing this because sometimes we need to be tender, soft and slow

my grandmother once told me that skin without freckles is like a sky with no stars
i suppose i've always hated the coffee-brown stains on my legs and face
but tonight there are no stars in the sky
tonight the deep dark mist is on fire and the angels are falling from it
ive lost you ; my star / my freckle / my angel / my everything