She Asked Myself If I Loved It
My reply, simply as most truly was, this: I'd love more the thought of her swirling ?
Crashing tides swallowing their gangrene's, wretched breath in time; gragonia-beilaile.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment