I'm always caught overthinking,
nose burns from the lines
I've chopped on sweet linen.
You used to lay there,
across the table with your feet up,
now I'm dazed and confused.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
