He may not be the picture I had in mind
He may not be the poem I have at heart
Or the lyrics to the song on my lips
But he is the brown eyes I get lost in
He is the touch that makes me come alive
He is where I found a home
YOU ARE READING
Running from reality
PoetryI write better than I speak. Poetry that speaks to the soul, flows from the endless fountain that is my heatt
