Waiting for Luna
Winter night dark and brutalSkywatcher tremblesfor first love is hard.What lunatic waits to be jiltedby a girl he never laid eyes on? For Poets United
Tag: personification
Blow Me a Kiss
And what is love? Surely not the fleeting butterflies in summer. It’s your everydayness that gets My fingers twirling absentmindedly Tracing contours of a...