her eyes are fixed
on the gleaming blue screen
as she sits back relaxed
engulfed, hidden
in a to-big hoodie
that brushes her chin,
compared to her pale face,
utterly black
she is beautiful
and silent
and young
but when she speaks
she is herself again.
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the lowest heights
PoetryI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
