I thought about bridges this morning,
And how the water feels like concrete
When you land.
But I smiled when you looked and kissed your hand.
I thought about falling this morning,
And how the wind would feel dancing in my hair.
But I nodded when you spoke and softened my stare.
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Don't worry I already know this poem sucks, cause everything sucks right now.
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Just Watch Me
PoetryA collection of random bits of my life, poems, and general musings. Most likely going to be focusing on Queer issues.
