october 17th, 2017
The boy with knives,
Who now has a name.
Gavin.
Gavin gavin gavin.
Soft lipped,
Warm bodied,
Lively
And real
And raw.
All of the things
Id never expected him to be.
All of the things
Id never expected to get.
Face caresser,
Heavy breather.
Always moving,
Always thinking.
Always always always
The boy with knives.
ČTEŠ
the chronicles of the boy with knives
Poeziejust some poems that ive been putting together since early may about someone who is very near and dear to my heart. if you've read my book drift, these are the poems phoebe wrote about greyson.
