"again"
don't pick my scattered shards,
don't touch me
you might break me more into pieces
and leave me, again
YOU ARE READING
spill me
Poetry"spill me," my thoughts said. "it's too crowded in here." 》poems, prose《 © winged- | 2016
again
"again"
don't pick my scattered shards,
don't touch me
you might break me more into pieces
and leave me, again
