Best 3 quotes of Melissa Lee-houghton on MyQuotes

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink.

Tonight, I won't dream, because nobody has held me and no hands have strayed and even though I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty.