Not all are healthy
Confessions, feeding letters to a duck,
wRiting a name till mine doesn't taste right,
misUnderstanding a simple text, "hello",
banking my minuteS, every second for you,
Healthy's right out the window.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
