if the line between
love and hate is thin,
are we on the edge of
the tight rope?
or have we fallen
but forgotten the
direction the
sun rises from?
YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poetryand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
"what are we"
if the line between
love and hate is thin,
are we on the edge of
the tight rope?
or have we fallen
but forgotten the
direction the
sun rises from?
