Thinking of your eyes, God-
it's like summer. It's like
the smell of cement in the morning,
the taste of rain-
it's like
wild flowers and moonlight
whispered guitar chords and
sideways smiles
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YOU ARE READING
One Side Whispers.
PoetryA book of poetry for lonely nights, the smell of cement, the way your smile looks after it's rained, and the pure paralysis of knowing you.
