you've got the lips,
of a greek goddess,
in the summer's flame.
you've got the kind of laugh,
that's infectious and sweet,
like honey on my tongue.
you've got the freckles,
that can keep me counting for days,
lost in your fragile golden cheeks.
you've got the kind of soft exterior, others envy over,
you wear your heart on your sleeve,
and calmy pull the knives from your back.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
