August 11, 2020 – Jayne.press

Vanilla Sky

I feel like I wrote him into me Inside my head Inside my world Between my thighs And in between the lines Of my poetry Could this be real More writings here

Butterflies are set free from her mouth, the way none-sense usually is. You see, she’s the type to speak before she thinks, a quality others admire most about her. Thousands of butterflies escaped and filled the room. Her mouth hung open. Not word bounced off the walls, only thoughts and butterflies. -Saschia Check MeContinue reading “Butterflies”