Poems from vfr3y
We walked down the old railroad tracks
when the rest of the town was asleep.
I waited winter after winter to see
the stream you both talked...
We whispered under hushed kisses and thenour story led to the surface of your moth-eaten mattresswith the exposed silver springs,the ones...
how peculiar it isto barely know youand yet still physically feelyour bits of light, your bits of darkshifting my gut lowerto allow...