it's here
laundry day for all my old memories
and a shopping spree for new
they'll shrink your ears, and sink your eyes
you'll remember what people looked like
recognize they're not who you once knew
they got older, and so did you
grew in character as well as size
an examination into what and who
dive into what used to be cherished memories.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
