we may
never meet,
but
until a day
when we might
i want my words
to feel like my arms,
tight,
around
your
ribs.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetrypoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
Wait
we may
never meet,
but
until a day
when we might
i want my words
to feel like my arms,
tight,
around
your
ribs.
