experimenting
with the u n c h e c k e d
corners
of my
mind.
mining
my heart
for
diamonds
you’ll
never
ever
find.
my soul
is
f r o z e n o v e r,
trapped in between
missed texts.
melt
my
ice
and you’ll
taste the
s e x.
YOU ARE READING
sad poetry
Poetrypoetry about depression, etc. "the biggest lies, of all that are spoken, are the ones that cover up what's broken" - me
