i cannot always be the softest thing in the room; i am not a thing but a girl. and i do not have the energy to dip into my supply of soft and pink all the time.
the fourth of September, 2016
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honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman
Poetryhoneysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
a realization:
i cannot always be the softest thing in the room; i am not a thing but a girl. and i do not have the energy to dip into my supply of soft and pink all the time.
the fourth of September, 2016