he's sort of beautiful
in that way of his
hands like worn gloves
they fit nicely over yours
folding fingers, dancing eyes
waltz side by side
it's not anything extraordinary
but living for those
glances and touches
does not seem
so terrible
to me.
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
