Poetry · Writing

Munchkin

I saw you

from way down here.

Polishing stones

to throw at my head.

We talked that whole night.

They said young love

was the sweetest

but I didn’t bite

hard.

We talked that whole night

just like the good ol’ days.

Published by SamT.Gutierrez

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