In another life
We are all sitting on the tree branches that we carved our initials into.
It is summer and the birds are still singing.
The breeze brushes my face and rustles my hair.
Everything is okay.
You haven't left yet.
I haven't fucked up yet.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PuisiPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
In another life.
In another life
We are all sitting on the tree branches that we carved our initials into.
It is summer and the birds are still singing.
The breeze brushes my face and rustles my hair.
Everything is okay.
You haven't left yet.
I haven't fucked up yet.