for her.
in the fall
rain tickles
my skin
in the winter
snow soaks
my mittens
in spring
smells blossom
just like you
in the summer
i fall asleep when
it's bright outside
but all year long
(even when it's cold)
your love
warms my heart
YOU ARE READING
sound.
Poetryepisode ii. {sound} noun [ count noun ] a thing that can be heard © 2014 Helena Barbara May aka helenabarbara_. All rights reserved.
