lately, my mind's been reeling
wheels turning, making sense
of the feelings
I've been having and been
lacking
going around and
around like on
a carousel
until I'm so dizzy
it doesn't matter
anymore
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Enough
Поэзияwe grow like fruits, until ripe and get plucked and discarded, if not sweet enough. *** a compilation of poems, thoughts and other reflections.
