i tripped over stairs today,
and the boys laughed,
yet the girl from my art class,
helped me up to stand,
and asked me whether i could
share a cup of coffee with her.
— she said it was a black coffee, don't worry.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
