my fingers lightly drag across the lines on your palm
all of the lines and scars
i appreciate every bit of you
from the freckles on your face
to the lines on your palms
i love every inch of you.
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
