Poems from bcp36912
you've got tiger sripes on your hips
that i want to trace with my fingers,
or maybe my tongue.
you've got tiger eyes,
i want to gaze into...
so much noise comes from me
and i want it to stop,
to quiet down.
it has no business being so loud.
whisper,
please.
they say they've been to france
and i say i love them.
they don't say it back.
she says the eiffel tower lights up.
well, so do her eyes...
tell me your name
and where you're from
and what you want to do with your life.
and i'll tell you it's okay to not know your name
or...
i was thinking about nostalgia and how much it kills me
to think about you and us and everything