If Lydia trusted Beetlejuice
and
Philip found his brain intoxicated by
his love for Sara, and
rain revived the little robin
only to meet
the darkest shade of the sky
above
what his eyes knew
at that moment,
then,
my pretty baby boy,
the innocence in you
shrouds and seeps
as unexpectedly
yet
endearingly
and sweetly.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoesieWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
