there were roses coming out of my lungs,
but you poured more water on them and pulled me closer to the sun,
love? more like heart aches and unwanted roses.
'Ci'Agea
YOU ARE READING
Endless poetry, from a black girl.
PoetryQuote: "I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone, beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to realization that appreciate is not what makes a human beautiful." -Christopher Pointdexter. just some of my feelings jumbled up...
