remember a time when
way back then
teeny tiny socks and
alphabet blocks
kisses goodnight and
tucked-in beds and
genuine connection
remember a time with
long nights and less feelings
before the fights
and the feelings
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Enough
Poesiewe grow like fruits, until ripe and get plucked and discarded, if not sweet enough. *** a compilation of poems, thoughts and other reflections.
