Posts Tagged: Name

Quinn

The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough

Quinn

The sleekness of the black leather binding Of my Moleskine reminds me of her little Black dress. The zipper is like the tassel That keeps track of the page, taking me Back to my favorite parts. Wide-rule Paper is enough

Untitled

She inquired As to how I could write a poem But not yet give it a title I told her God created you And yet you were born without a name

Untitled

She inquired As to how I could write a poem But not yet give it a title I told her God created you And yet you were born without a name

Testament

She is my only sin Of which I confess Every time I say her name

Testament

She is my only sin Of which I confess Every time I say her name