Poems from Tiredfeministy
There’s this soft shirt you ownI like it when you wear it because it holds onto your perfumeAnd I can bury my face in your shoulder or rest...
When I was young I hated the summer
Sweat, tight clothes, overflowing out of stiff shorts
Sucking in, holding my breath
Standing up stiff...
I drink her love in, parched
And blow it out, gentle, like smoke
It flows in rings that surround her face like a frame
As if to say "look...
She smells like sunshine
Bittersweet and blindingly bright
Specks of dust that dreamily dance in her light fill my lungs
She feels like a...