the first time you came to my house you came with sunlight caught in your hair.
you had lashes like a fallen angel.
your voice drifted through my head and my learn learned to dance.
the first time you came to my house you wore your invisible crown.
your shoulders spoke to me of your pride and your eyes painted pictures of your fears.
the first time you came to my house you told me a story
before you said a word to me.
YOU ARE READING
Mood Swings
PoetryA collection of poems I have written in the last year or so. Work in progress. I add to it every week. Let me know if there is any poem you like (or don't like). I love feedback on my work.
