the waves crash at
my feet
the wind blows through
the holes of my curls
the lamps glow big enough
to feel protected
People walk past me and
laugh to themselves
causing a random smile on
my face
but no one asks
if i'm okay
but it doesn't matter
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poesíaim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
