You and your thick accent,
in loose gray shirt,
faded trousers,
and dirty sneakers
You and your beautiful green eyes,
freckles,
pale skin,
during cold days,
beside the Thames River
You and your perfect imperfections
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoesieI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
