Poems from j.peach17

Sour Love
Red as a desert flower, my love is being sour. I tease the butterflies again. They do not reach for any hand. Instead of being stingy, they...
Before/After
Vibrate in the air, suffocate my ears, blind my eyes, and blur my mind, dive into the haze.   Don’t be dazed, it’s clear as day, mind...