So many poems
Written on napkins
And trashed
So many on books
I never found
And many more
In my mind, lost
In the wake of a sleep
Would now be yours
Had I deemed them precious
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
So many poems
Written on napkins
And trashed
So many on books
I never found
And many more
In my mind, lost
In the wake of a sleep
Would now be yours
Had I deemed them precious
