I know you better
Than the back of
My hands,
But even their
Surfaces sometimes
Get blurred
By the rain.
YOU ARE READING
Black Coffee
Poetry"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
Love
I know you better
Than the back of
My hands,
But even their
Surfaces sometimes
Get blurred
By the rain.
