#pillowpoems
Felt through the turquoise left in bloom.
Specialty repeat of your notebook.
Like sad lips.
Sad chairs.
Maybe... just maybe sad.
Not only blankets covering my head.
Your head.
Perhaps.
Maybe once like on the lawn in Kauai.
Garrett Johnson.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC