Her mind was an infinity pool:
A seemingly never ending pit
Filled with fun,
Happiness,
Celebration.
But she remembered,
The dark,
Despair,
And scare.
Her mind was an infinity pool.
Which caused her to flinch
With every passing thought.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
