Your name,
Now permanently engraved,
As the callus,
On my index finger,
Writing down my rendition,
Of the masterpiece,
That was us.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Heart is This Anyway
PuisiJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
