of all the nights I spent
awake and hoping
my face buried in my pillow
your face engraved in my heart
was there one night
you thought about me?
YOU ARE READING
SKIES (poetry)
PoetryA short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the...
