Poems from ajt254
You'll find me in the pages of my notebooks
In between the quadratic formula and a
poorly sketched,
but anatomically correct,
set of...
A wisp of wind pushed cottony, sun-brightened tendrils across your ruddy cheeks,
and a soft, golden light makes you glow
like a firefly...
Air whooshes from my lungs as thoughts go rumbling through my mind and I
find that I can't catch
my
breath
in this place. White lights...