and i will say good morning to the wall that sleep next to. you can always feel that way; like you are the only thing that holds the mirror to your eyes. but i will not be the one to tell you if that's true.
i will say good night to the wall that i sleep next to. i cannot be the same as she is. for you and i will not make the time for a better understanding. the sun will not come out of the sky, until the moon does its bidding.
[r.k.]
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head mess | poetry
Poetryin which i believe i fall into, through, and out of love. dedicated to the butterfly who trapped me before i could trap it. [volume i] [poetry and prose] [2016-2017]
