one cut
two cut
three cut
four.
since when
was i
on
the floor?
one for
the mother
that couldn't
care.
one for
the boy
that pushes me
to dispair.
one for
the life
i wish
to live.
one for
the love
i cannot
give.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
