Sunflowers in Winter
Of the dreams you are to dream
you dreamt of sunflowers and daisies
with your fingers wrapped around his
while he dreamt it with someone else
Of the lips you are to wish to kiss
you wished of a vodka-flavoured kind;
of a tobacco-scented pair of lips;
of that had kissed others so many times
Of the options you are to choose
you chose a perfect kind of lyricist
that who could write for you
but of someone else's choices
YOU ARE READING
Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
