do you think
of me at four
a.m. like i think
of what would your
arms feel like
around my
godforsaken body
-uncontrollable
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
chamomile tea
do you think
of me at four
a.m. like i think
of what would your
arms feel like
around my
godforsaken body
-uncontrollable
