I've shifted
back and forth
like the phases
of that ivory moon.
You said
that rulers
possess heavy
or soft hands.
And, when you
stroked my skin,
I swear,
I understood.
YOU ARE READING
Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
