your eyes reminded me of the purest form of the earth,
your hair reminded me of the softest fur,
your voice reminded me of milk and honey dripping in my mouth.
and now you
remind me
of everything i can't
have.
YOU ARE READING
Motel
Poetrywhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
