Poems from yokonotono
Throbbing is the era of peace and hunger boiled into one being
You are the completeness of fatigue and hard work built over my back
A...
November 1st, 2016
Dear the Man,
Challenge me here, my dungeon of sorrow
Make me or break me, a push of tides
You left a point on my...
There was time I didn't know us
I didn't know days could be like this
I didn't know watching you
Was a beautiful reality.
A healthy...
You are the fingers on my back
of kisses on the nape of my neck
you smile when I talk
or make the noises of an animal
You are scared to...
There are scars on my hips
Mixed with stretch marks
Ones that I put there late at night
Touched by dirty hands
He says I'm beautiful
His...