rust
my bike is metal
it was found and
they dragged it
into an alley, and
proceeded to smash
repeatedly until
it was no longer
capable
and i was stuck
where i was until
i fixed it.
so, you took the bike
again, left it outside,
and mother nature
slips her tears upon it
darkening the
metal, warping it's
appearance, and
now i am forever stuck,
for i cannot undo
rust.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poesíapoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
