sweeping is a thing of therapy
so i sweep the wet strands of hair
that stick to my cheeksout of my face
and i'll dry my tears on my own
i always do–beauty of being alone
YOU ARE READING
blossoms i touch
Poetrywords that are said in the dark and in the light as well but be careful of these letters spoken they're very vulnerable thoughts and words alike
my eyes are wet
sweeping is a thing of therapy
so i sweep the wet strands of hair
that stick to my cheeksout of my face
and i'll dry my tears on my own
i always do–beauty of being alone