you're . . . good.
you're like-fuck, i don't know-
sunlight through water
when you sing.
your laugh
could make men
fall to their knees
and jesus,
just the way you
exist brings a
lightness
i can't begin to
describe.
you're the goodness
wars are fought over.
just a lick of you
could set us all straight in our seats
like school boys.
can't you see it
in the way
you move
when no one's
watching?
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
Thơ caA 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...
