Hey y'all. I'm a tired guy looking to improve himself through writing
“You’re a riot,” They said With a slap on the back When I asked to play ball. “Go Home,” They said So I squared up my chest
By Ryan Dhillon5 years ago in Poets
I can feel the fire on my skin It licks up my arms Blazes across my clothes Makes my skin roast It has for years No one else seems aware of it at all
Heavy and inadmissible You'll hold your breath And count to ten And wait for the shadows to disperse And the crickets to start up again
