A poem about love
No language can speak.
From every work of art,
I went to this print shop tonight. They sell vintage ashtrays they print themselves and high-quality posters they’re proud of. I walked in…
Of my ex’s hair
A whispering wind from the past, a kiss from recollection,Voices through sun-kissed gold strands…
I’m the love of my lifewho am I kidding
The Letter Of Somehow