i was taught
that snowballs
were fun
but it wasn't fun
when the lock on my door
came loose,
when the fan
wouldn't stop blowing,
when the sheets
were hopelessly tangled,
and when the stars
hardened to plastic.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
