Overfilled with it
Soaked to my core
Theres no escape
Lungs heavy and intense
I'm Drowning in it.
We run in it
Soaked to our underwear
Screams and giggles intensify
In the raindrop air
I'm filled with it.
Eating over it
Lunches made by
Hands that hold
Mine a caress
Of the inner stomach
Seasoned with it.
Gifted with it
A rock colored
Set in stone
Made through
Promises and intentions
Forever in it.
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A Sad Girls Guide to Her Inner Thoughts
PoetryA collection of ramblings. Diving into the sadness and unfairness of life.
