"millan" poems
He burnt my walls down with such caring
I went on to tell him things I couldn’t imagine ever sharing
His hands through my hair feel like a summer breeze
This feeling of safety he radiates I except with such ease
His smile so abundant and beautiful like autumn leaves
When he looks into my eyes I can tell he just sees me.
S.R. Millan
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Your kind eyes are unchanging
Your soft soul unwavering
Migration of monarchs with every glimpse of you, My only hope is that you feel it too.
To see the world through your eyes
I cannot, and something I despise.
Your stance as hard as diamonds
Mine as soft as sand
Like darkness and light,
one cannot exist without the other.
S.R. Millan
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:21 PM UTC