they may drag us down with words
the words feel like wearing sopping wet clothes out of a washing machine
uncomfortably clinging to our skin
they destroyed our dryer with a sledgehammer of hate
the sun does exist though
we just may have to go outside
and wait for the sun to dry us out
YOU ARE READING
the poetry i write at 3am
PoetryFrom the collections and thoughts of my mind, it's a range of emotions all on one story. Hope you enjoy it.
