There’s sun still on my skin From that day by the pool Angry red skin staring back at me, makes me stop and think of you
By Ctheseira2 months ago in Poets
There’s a ball in my chest It spins and never settles A sickening motion that never rests A weighted ball made of indestructible metal
I’ve been given a flower with rotten roots I water its petals everyday, Watching it flourish underneath springs shade.
