• shoobie 88w

    I am a river:
    I am your mother's laugh at Thanksgiving dinner
    I am the back of your lovers head
    I am your first wobbly steps to kindergarden
    I am the crumpled sheets of the poem you wish you said
    I am your heart, hardened
    I am your eyes full of stars
    I am your best freind's front door
    I am the old sweater you left in a stranger's car
    I am your soft spots
    I am the ones, sore
    And it never stops, it never stops, it never