eleven months ago,
i was friends with the boy.
i learned to read
the fluctuations of glitter in his eyes
and soon mapped them out
better than my own.
YOU ARE READING
flowers
Poetrya memory in poems. [copyright 2019 © neutralfleur] completed: Nov, 2016.
02
eleven months ago,
i was friends with the boy.
i learned to read
the fluctuations of glitter in his eyes
and soon mapped them out
better than my own.
