And suddenly everything falls.
That's okay.
Nothing broken,
Only bruised.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
Fall Back
And suddenly everything falls.
That's okay.
Nothing broken,
Only bruised.
