I thought I heard your sound in my chest growing bold. I never could forget the smell of you. And all the while I thought you filled me deep and filled me whole- Turns out you left a hole between my arms.
08/21/2004
Author's Note: musings. trickles. nothing.
Posted on 08/21/2004Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
ooh, sad trickles. let it rain some more...maybe this is a warm up for another piece still to come. keep writing.
