there are some poems that crawl up your spine
and nestle into your shirt,
wind their way around your skin like hands.
they say, i wrote this for you,
i became this for you,
i am you.
and with a love like that, you’ve got to believe them.
there are some poems that crawl up your spine
and nestle into your shirt,
wind their way around your skin like hands.
they say, i wrote this for you,
i became this for you,
i am you.
and with a love like that, you’ve got to believe them.