deep pockets of time catch me off guard
those days leave still little under my skin from careless words and slamming doors
Warm Cotton
and wanting without wanting
By Lisa Launey
I pick at them...sometime
from my own disturbanc I know better
but ignore common sens there were more tears than you or anyone will know
I’ ll deny them breath wh
and you had cinnamon h
with bits of encrusted lin
you couldn't even look at with your eyes open