sometimes,
there's just poetry that makes your knees weak,
your head light,
and you fall to the naked, bedroom floor
YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
this is poetry-three
sometimes,
there's just poetry that makes your knees weak,
your head light,
and you fall to the naked, bedroom floor
