The Girl Who Hated MapsA Poem by Girl on MarsWhat it feels like to be in love with someone who lives in another country
Lines and lines of wind-dancing trees
and curling waves separating. He's the most beloved in a faraway room, with eyes fit for the sea. He's the most beloved in the four walls of my mind, but he lives beyond that sea. I burn maps in his honor so the smokey night reminds him of me. © 2015 Girl on Mars |
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