of forevermore, we once ought to build
disappear like whispers; you drift as you wilt
shattered like the windows; pieces and pieces
tears rushed in, in drips of sorrow on forbidden premises
i float, and drift; and drown; i sway and delay
as you float with the butterflies he gives you every day
looking as you are, in a gown
all i see on your face is a frown
YOU ARE READING
Notebook
Poetry(#1 IN POETRY FOR 36 DAYS / TOP 10 FOR 224 DAYS) The #1 book of my self-written free-verse poems. Started writing this album/collection in December 2015 and it was doing generally okay, up until September 2016 where things really blew up. This book...
