We're going to call him amour.
amour came into my life unannounced. He made handsome quiver. amour made everyday texting a regularity. amour made my naked knees clink and clank, as my voice fights to reach the surface to say the three minuscule, but dramatic words. There's a difference between from saying them, to acting upon them.
amour became my viability.
YOU ARE READING
Faded Blue Jeans
PoetryThis is a book of poetry written by me, but if it is not then I'll put the owner in the chapter.
