helloβpoetry
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
basil
Poems
Oct 2020
minuet in g
i beg my lungs not to let go
as they hold in the million scents that make up
you
i wish your smell was like muscle memory
always coming back to the tips of my fingers
like those songs i still know how to play on the violin
that movie wasn't long enough, blue eyes.
#finger
#callouses
Written by
basil
20/they/them/the moon
(20/they/them/the moon)
Follow
π
π
π
π
π
π€―
π€
πͺ
π€
π
π¨
π€€
π
π’
π
π€¬
0
191
basil
,
Gwendolyn Alaine
and
efni
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems