your
fingertips
left
imprints
on
my
skin
and
your
mouth
left
poetry
on
my
back
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
stained
your
fingertips
left
imprints
on
my
skin
and
your
mouth
left
poetry
on
my
back
