Inkless Pen
I would love to write about you
bleed verses filled with metaphors
but darling, I could no longer do
for my pen belongs to another—
one who could never read
one who could never see
one who could never feel
and I sometimes wish, you were him.
ESTÁ A LER
Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poesia"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
