treasure words;
not to keep from
or ration,
boasting scarcity.
something precious
must be wrapped appropriately,
sent off with patient anticipation—
will they smile?
what will they think,
and what will they
send back?
take your time
I can wait
(A/N): Written in May of 2020 (something actually new, yes, same day posting, even).
One expression of my opinion on conversation.
YOU ARE READING
Crumpled Paper
ŞiirCliche title? Maybe. It's just unorganized poems. Doesn't need anything fancier. Mostly very straightforward writes about mundane things. No mushy love poems, no dark broody poems. I write somewhere else so this is mostly gonna be an ease-of-refer...
