Gene Johnson
Joined October 2018
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One Damaged Soul to Another
nails go through wood like feelings. they simply make-way. but her nails creep up my neck to behind my ears. and when she glides her fingers through my hair, that’s when i know she feels at home. palpable creeks from the attic. here; beauty is the soul. how i’ve missed you so much. now it only rains on my good days. like when a boy you like, loves someone else. you can come and cry if you want to.
By Gene Johnson6 years ago in Poets