Tina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 50)“It is such a fine day to listen to sad songs. The ones that have already been made. Because I cannot write them, and I shouldn’t.Jul 31, 20171
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 49)“I’m so high you’d think I became a bird.Jul 27, 2017
Tina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 48)“I catch my breath at the thought. He might be lying.Jun 29, 2017Jun 29, 2017
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina Millerfreedom.“I needn’t feel his hands, I knew they were soft as silk by the way he spoke.Jun 25, 20171Jun 25, 20171
Tina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 47)“As I looked into that smile, I feared.Jun 15, 2017Jun 15, 2017
Tina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 50)“It is such a fine day to listen to sad songs. The ones that have already been made. Because I cannot write them, and I shouldn’t.Jul 31, 20171
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 49)“I’m so high you’d think I became a bird.Jul 27, 2017
Tina MillerSleepless midnight poems (Session 48)“I catch my breath at the thought. He might be lying.Jun 29, 2017
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina Millerfreedom.“I needn’t feel his hands, I knew they were soft as silk by the way he spoke.Jun 25, 20171
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina MillerIn red ink."I felt the universe collapsing, and heard the stars dying. And watched them reborn in a glimpse of your eyes.Jun 9, 2017
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina MillerIn red ink (two)."You blinked your eyes, I opened and closed my mouth.Jun 9, 2017
InPoets UnlimitedbyTina MillerTo whom I’ve only spoken over 100 words, ever.“Of all my forgotten words you’re the easiest to remember.Jun 2, 2017
