He was
Like the classic books we read
Predictable, yet charming
He could mold to your needs
Like a paperback
Or hold you up
Like a hardcover
He knew the power of the written word
As well as the spoken
Yet preferred to speak in pictures
But more importantly
He brings the same comfort
As rereading your favourite novel
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoetryPoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
