I say
Someday
That I shall die
In a field full of poppies
My heart in my throat
And the grass in my face
Touching the tears
Of my friends and family
In a field full of poppies My heart in my throat
And the grass in my face
YOU ARE READING
I am...
PoetryI am a lot of things and yet, I am not you, and I am not that woman you saw today sitting in the widow of a coffee shop, sipping her tea. I am also not what I write or who I write about. I am me though... I know this introduction is long and frankly...
