Familiar coughs
Of coffee pots
And laughter
Warm to touch.
When tears trail down
Your eyes so brown
Let me kiss
The river clear
YOU ARE READING
Mixtape
PoetryCoffee pots, steel hearts and crumpled paper. I write to vent, the words spill from my mind through my pen to create art. Word art, dancing on the screen and playing on your tongue. Light and airy, or dark and secret. Thoughts of all varieties fill...
