he had two blueberries for eyes.
and hair the color of dark chocolate.
too bad our love never made it past the kitchen or into the bedroom.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poetrywe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
delicious.
he had two blueberries for eyes.
and hair the color of dark chocolate.
too bad our love never made it past the kitchen or into the bedroom.
