Finger falling down the calendar,
Trying to find a place to catch the time.
Dates and words to be said,
But none to keep matter more then the place in your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Where Are We?
PoetryPoems. Most if these poems come from texts or conversations with people. Believe it or not. Shhh! Authors secret! COVER CREATED BY PHANTOMS_/_idiosyncratic
