Dear Lolita,
today you want to do everything
and you tell me you want to go on
adventures and talk to homeless people
and throw change in fountains and you
told me you wanted to do these things
with me and my heart stopped because
I wasn't sure why you were even letting
me stick around for so long and now
you want me here and I swear I've
never been so happy.
YOU ARE READING
Perfect Hurricane
PoetryWhen Lolita spoke nothing else mattered He could only hear her The loud noise of passing of cars and pedestrians and screaming sea gals was nothing compared to the loudness he heard in Lolita's voice A soft voice that put him to sleep every night A...
