Your kiss
Like orange peels
discarded on the counter
during the summer
while we smile
with the juice on our lips
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
Do you ever wish your sheets smelled like me?
Your kiss
Like orange peels
discarded on the counter
during the summer
while we smile
with the juice on our lips
