the cold water
hits me like bullets
i close my eyes
feeling every drop
because this is all i get
maybe for a second
i feel at peace
i focus on the scorching water
but when i open my eyes again
my peace washes away
like the dirt on my knees.
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
