the radio picks up static
on every station
and in the noise i find rhythms
i write lyrics
i make everything into a love song
because it all reminds me of you,
and this is not nostalgia
or missing you
this is just a broken radio
and a notepad
and heart with no signal.
YOU ARE READING
Perian
PoesieThe poems that I've always meant to share, and the poems I've always meant to write.
