Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
i trip on the hem of my dress, a kind of cool skim reduction that dribbles milk down my legs and casts a white veil over your eyes. sometimes i swear i think you might just try to catch me one of these days, i wouldn't hold you past it but I will for the life of me try to keep me out of your arms for as long as i  possibly can.
Written by
   tumelo mogomotsi and Allie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems