first kiss
who will be last?
but they know
everyone knows
why am i even asking?
a curve in my spine
a zit on my cheek
a tremble in my lip
something about
the clock soundlessly
ticking brings a tear
to my face
i hope this makes sense
what the leave means to me
i want to make
a brand on
the skin of
the earth,
something
that makes
people cry
in all the
right ways,
but the iron
doesnt heat up
and im the one
pulling the
plug
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
