I love your back.
the one you spend sleepless nights lying on, staring at the ceiling.
the one that carries your schoolbooks, as torn and disheveled as they may be.
the one that your mother has caressed in a soothing way while humming a lullaby.
the one that has carried little sisters and brothers when they were too tired to walk.
I love your back.
its smooth curves feel like the ocean
its rough bumps feel like the sand
its hidden silken treasures
that fit inside my hand
its structure is finely crafted
by architects renowned
it makes beautiful music
without making a sound
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Abyss
ŞiirThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
