People have a tendency to prefer things that which...
How many blue moons has it been since we last...
I sink into your softness
You know my curves so well...
It took me an unhealthy amount of the afternoon
to put my hair into a plait...
forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
Each shallow breath that
sneaks past my lips...
Monday morning,
Car won't start...
Listen...
Can you hear...
I want to sit on the edge of a cliff
and gaze at the sun touching the sea...
I shouldn't be left in silence
It gives me too much time to think...
I know you buried me long ago
but...
This is my heart disguised as a poem.
Read it with your mouth pursed...