the moon bled stars into the dark sky, while a boy called out to the sky in delight: my mother says I have stars in my eyes
By Caroline Stanley6 years ago in Poets
When you told me you were tired of sitting in the same chairs every day I agreed, so we switched chairs. When you told me you were busy and stressed
There was a wedding that day Up on the mountain, and it smelled like soil. There were people up there, And they were all smiles and dirty, wrinkled clothes.
