I wanted to write a poem about you
but all I can see when I close my eyes
is your patience face
and wandering eyes,
how your fingers touch my face
and how your voice grows flowers in my lungs.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
I wanted to write a poem about you
but all I can see when I close my eyes
is your patience face
and wandering eyes,
how your fingers touch my face
and how your voice grows flowers in my lungs.
