Staring in the mirror,silver canned hearts and chapped kisses.
I think about you on a beach,pale white and vast
I missed all the lies and subtle doubts.
Sandy elbows sharp enough to poke out my guts.
Sometimes I think of my father, wonder where he is.
Maybe you are both together
Never thinking about me.
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts in my yard
PoetryThis book is dedicated to relationships, human and substance,it's all the same. Pain will leave enough scar tissue for a suit of armor but love, it is out there.
