I still love you
the same.
Yet now,
I'm teaching myself how to fly.
What ever that means.
Ripping the need of you out of me
but
I'm keeping it pressed against my chest,
close to my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoesíaPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
