in these eyes i would like to rest.
two things that read me like a book.
a mouth that sings me lullabies of home.
hands that hug my soul.
how can i make you stay?
when i do not know the answer.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
