since the first time
pen grazed paper
i desired to write
poetry about you
devastatingly
comfortable embrace
and the rose-scented
smile you wore.
but the words never
flowed out
and the rhythm never
danced
for you were a soul
of angelic lineage
a soul who refused
to bow down
to the limitations
of poems
and polaroids.
~ capture me
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
