Shy and pale as a wish flower,
Wild fairies prance
Free verses spill out
Terror dealing but nice feelings
Love and laughs,
In great giant boxes
We share thy language
And thy language has us explore
Pavement under are feet,
Prying until we speak
Lazy days with none to care,
Can't you find us?
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
