soft
easy to break
stones grow cold
as they start to wither apartIn the outline of a collarbone
I see them poised
something so delicate
Feeble and elegantThere they stand
Innocently cunning
give me thatshow me them
don't be so shy
for I beg
To see it morehard as a rock
not so easy
maybe if I eat less
they'll come to me
easy peasy
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoesiaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days