Poems from mcpeters
A thousand miles
is a lot
to walk
in bare feet.
But for you,
I'd grow the callus
like a badge of
honor.
A thousand miles
is a lot
to walk
in bare feet.
But for you,
I'd grow the callus
like a badge of
honor.
My nails dig into my palms
leaving red crescents imbedded into the soft pink flesh
No callus to protect
Although
This is such a native...
I have always felt the urge
to squish sand between my toes.
Then again,
I have always felt I should
have
toes.
Seeing her made this a ...
Fingertips
caress the bow of my cheek
gliding to soft
chapstick covered lips.
Peppermint flavored to be exact.
Waiting to be tasted
...