9:04 pm, Friday, 26th May
much like an autumn leaf,
bronzed with half a years worth of sunshine
and half a years worth of rainfall,
I'm falling away from all I have ever known,
hoping that in the next season
I'll find myself somewhere better.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
