you touched me gently, your finger tips a feather duster reaching caves and crevices i didn't know I had. defective, though, because instead of picking up dirt, you left some behind.
YOU ARE READING
to the lovers (poems and such)
Poetryto the lovers I have stupidly fallen for. (these are all true feelings and stories, this is basically a diary)
will ii
you touched me gently, your finger tips a feather duster reaching caves and crevices i didn't know I had. defective, though, because instead of picking up dirt, you left some behind.
