Poems from rissamazon
A classy young girl who loves to wear sweaters that are not her own, drink warm tea by night or coffee by morning while reading a heartwarming novel because she believes literature is control, literature art.
You've gone too soon.
Our fingers intertwine,
only ever under the moon,
to you this feels fine.
We're face to face.
You're one to say...
When water no longer suits your taste,
will you die out on me
and all that my nature can provide?
When your edges begin to frail,...