These rings,
Though they may make
My fingers turn blue,
Shall find a new home
Decorating this tanned youth,
And with my permission,
Nestle in the hidden parts
Of my oh-so-little
Inexperienced heart.
YOU ARE READING
To: You
ПоэзияPoems addressed to you. You who is my friend. You who is my family. You ... who has yet to become anything and everything.
