Feels like yesterday
I gave you life, now you walk
me out. Time, you thief!
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
I loved it! Clever and meaningful.
Damn...this is stunning and love the comment below by your hubby (I assume?) lol.
I'd love to hear what sparked this one! Care to unpack?
Incredible! My favourite entry.