the sweet smell of sage
reminds me of your rage
of how my poetry burned me
like blood ink on my page
the facade of desire
with the honesty of a liar
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poesiapoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
false love
the sweet smell of sage
reminds me of your rage
of how my poetry burned me
like blood ink on my page
the facade of desire
with the honesty of a liar
