Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by monica_decosta, Apr 12, 2018.

  1. monica_decosta

    monica_decosta Active Member

    There was this smell of home in her,

    Not the perfume that she wore..

    From those blinking windows some one could,

    Gaze at hills and back to..hooked doors,

    And slip over to that dimpled something,

    Turn right and go valley up

    ask my eyes ask her eyes “can i”

    She smiled & said shut-up
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