Poems from Narmathews

Born in Detroit, MI raised in Phoenix, AZ. Student - Performer - Playwright. L'art est mort.
when she told me, “Straighten your hair, just to see what it looks like.” all i heard was, “Straighten your hair, so you look like me.”...
Cupid placed his bow upon her mouth And left it there for safekeeping She guards it with a quirk of her lip Mischief tucked into the...
I didn’t fall in love I saw him and I fell on my face Arse over tit, head over heels Tumbling over my handlebars and headlong into...
i loved you in the curve of your upper lip budding laugh lines at the edge of your eyes.   i loved you in the swell of your lower lip...
If I could kiss every malady from the cells on your heart And the neurons in your brains Then my mouth would turn red and bloody raw...

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