Mar 2017
oh, she
moves like a breeze
you'll forget
to breathe
and still
the aura won't leave
it'll linger
and it will freeze
a feeling
you can have
but never owe it
she'll turn any man
into a poet.
moves like a breeze
you'll forget
to breathe
and still
the aura won't leave
it'll linger
and it will freeze
a feeling
you can have
but never owe it
she'll turn any man
into a poet.
a writer must know of love.
