Δευτέρα, 17 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

This is a poem: him, him, him...

i meant to kiss you
but your lips are paper
your lips are ink

i meant to hug you
but your arms are paper
your arms are smoke.

Your lips are paper
your lips are ink
your lips-they are.
your arms-they are.
embrace me.