(13/30) Inamorata
The Prompt for Day 13: write a non-apology poem for things you have stolen.
I stole stars
and hung them
in your hair
heisted the moonlight
growing against the
shadows of your skin
grifted every gaze,
pilfered kisses
one hundred
different ways;
unapologetic for
becoming your
accidental
Inamorato.
© 2020 Abruvanamedsly
I stole stars
and hung them
in your hair
heisted the moonlight
growing against the
shadows of your skin
grifted every gaze,
pilfered kisses
one hundred
different ways;
unapologetic for
becoming your
accidental
Inamorato.
© 2020 Abruvanamedsly
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