Cling On
Those wide mahogany eyes,
I cannot help but cling to,
like goosegrass clings on,
too dear, may I hang out here?
just for a little while longer,
you know it’s freezing outside,
and I already seem to miss,
the crescent of your smile.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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