You are the poem,
You are the words,
The hymn,rhythm and rhyme
To my verse.
My blue in my yellow,
The yellow in my blue,
There must be other pretty poems,
But none as;
YOU.
YOU ARE READING
LITERALLY A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND RANDOM SHIT.
PoetryShe used to say it would really make her feel great if I ever wrote a book so here I am but we are not. Jotting down everything I feel.
