Poems from aley.houston
The thing about my garden is,
When all the flowers wilt,
I cannot find the strength to
Plant new ones.
-ajh.
I spill all these
Constellations from
My starry mouth,
And pretend it doesn’t hurt,
When I see you more enjoying the moon.
-ajh.
Sex is such a given
At this point,
I wonder what else
People will ever seek
In a stranger.
-ajh.
For me,
you were a miracle,
a secret,
untouchable, youthful,
my favorite metaphor,
but it turned into the darkest poem,
you took what I...
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