I may be insane.
Driven wild by a smile
and a repeated chord,
accompanying a metaphor
like,
your love is a gallery,
curated perfectly
in the moonlit temple of me
or,
we are a myth,
some concocted event
that sparks war
and tragedy
and sin
with who? I haven’t a clue.
but I love and I love very still
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Poetry, Rosie DeSantis, Detroit Youth, Detroit Summer, Memories of Detroit
hymns to youth
Poetry, Rosie DeSantis, Detroit Youth, Detroit Summer, Memories of Detroit
Poetry, Rosie DeSantis, Detroit Youth, Detroit Summer, Memories of Detroit