The first time you were underneath the stairwell,
you were writing songs about her.
You have just finished the last line when you looked at me.
And I knew by then I would write poetry about your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
