Tre Fou
Love looks like a city slicking cowboy he’ll have spurs in his eyes a soft leather tongue and palms fit to tame a horse or
By Katarina Tyler7 months ago in Poets
Small Poems About Boys Who No Longer Think of Me 1. He told his mother I was the one and I really wish I could’ve been but the light was calling me up higher
My smokey whiskey baby something just fell into place no one told me my laughter could tell me my fate I ordered olives and a twist
with your sick dog and your slender hands in your car on the way up the volcano to your small home inland of the island
a summer of hustle of just caught the train deep breath and think of you again again again I work the morning and you work the night
to sleep in delicate lace pieces to place special things in intricate china boxes to carefully craft the lines of my silhouette
They’ll say look! look here! I’ll give a pretty penny I’ll give my life in years I’ll even give you twenty You can have the grand piano
The last time you held me before you said goodbye all I could think was I love you. I love you I love you I love you. I love you until the world falls apart over and over
I know these things to be true It’s never true when someone says I can stop anytime I want to the thought of you weighs on my chest so
I won’t talk too much and forget about my birthday teach me how to love your palm across my face why doesn’t it feel
Its like all your life you have been waiting for a train or a table a promotion a letter or a text rather probably short and disappointing
My hands clasped tight in his a wool sweater stretched across his shoulders even with all that sweat in the room. A distant Scotland called up in his pale green eyes
By Katarina Tyler7 months ago in Art
