I will not be the hands that whisper across your skin--
the weathered kisses and cracked lips.
My caged heart is not your drum.
I will not be your stepping stone--
your weeping willow.
(6.18.17)
I will not be the hands that whisper across your skin--
the weathered kisses and cracked lips.
My caged heart is not your drum.
I will not be your stepping stone--
your weeping willow.
(6.18.17)
