I am strictly for the earth.
November is so far off and summer drags on.
I'll see you on the flip side of things.
Let November come and find me so I can finally leave here.
Summer is such a drag, honey.
Can I run?
Do my legs still work?
Could you help me breath again?
I can feel the water in my lungs.
Death is such a deadly thing, honey.
Keep moving.
If I stand still, will the earth still move?
If I start to cry would you cry with me?
Am I worth your tears?
Should November even come back for me?
Summer is such a drag, honey.
I'll see you on the flip side.
-Ebh
2015
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My Digital Soul
PoetryThis is a digital copy of my poetry book ("My Paper Soul") My signature is: "-Ebh" Don't copy or use my poems without my permission please.
