Poems from Miathemoon
I examined the curve of my eyes and the shape of my face.
I said "I am not beautiful?"
The words came out like a question because I wasn't...
He was like a gypsy. He was a listless soul, constantly searching for something.
He was an artist.He flowed like a river, letting the...
You are a frozen ocean in winter, and I want to break your ice.
I do not want to be an ice skater, lightly scraping your surface with...