Poetry poetry where art my eyes?
Never rose cheeks.
Nor azure skies.
Poetry poetry where art my fingers?
Never silky skin.
Nor burning flesh.
Poetry poetry where art my tongue?
Never cherry kisses.
Nor salty goodbyes.
Poetry poetry where art my nose?
Never fresh aftershave.
Nor rich, divine.
Poetry poetry where art my heart?
Never as deep as the sea.
Nor as high as the horizon.
Poetry poetry why so cliché?
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PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
