The laundry gets tossed around in circles
In the little closed space i call
My Bathroom
i find myself
Staring into the quiet space of air
Wondering If I'll always
Be alone
I wish to some day find a space like this
A space of pure security and understanding
In someone
At least it is brighter in here
Than in the coldness of
My apartment
That i so desperately try to keep clean
And it keeps getting dirty and theres nothing
I can do
To make my life like the other side
Where the grass is so green
And clean
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Breathing | Poems
PoetryLife is like a walk on glass. This is a book of all my poems. Some are good, some are bad, some are cringeworthy. They are all mine. Was ranked #126 in boys (2018/07/21)
