Memories by Miss Steele

Miss Steele | June 15th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments


Textured fabric patchwork blanket
Tears and red wine frayed edges
Crooked stitches smell like summer and sunshine. Happy breezy lovedrunk on sunsets the band’s always playing our favorite song. We moved gracefully through time, in perfect rhythm, your beat and mine.

Poet Bio

she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms

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