I'm swinging on
a swing
a swing under
the humble shade
of an oak tree
I'm swinging on
this swing
listening to
the wind
breathing in
the scent
of the waterlillies.
Im swinging on
the swing
remembering
the motherfucking
cunts
that ruined
my sophomore year.
YOU ARE READING
Black Daisies
PoetryThis is my own poetry, for anyone who doesn't feel accepted, anyone hating their life, anyone who's in a dark pit. Poetry understands.
