What is this substance of which you’re made,
Millionth of strange million lights that on you tend?
Since everything has one and only shade, 225 more words
I wait for your calls and have a staring contest with my phone, and
I’m arguing with my tongue to make you my own.
I blush at the ways we’re alike, and…141 more words
Dashing through the waywards ways of how one should stay to
Attach with the golden enterprise of the sauntering side of thus
We have missed her while it is still of some esteem to plead over… 182 more words