they say i'm calmly psycho
but nobody says that where i go
because we are all wolves in a pack
screaming at the moon
scratching our way
til the end of June
for when summer ends
and the dark begins to bloom
find me where the sad ones go
... if there's any room
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
