Here in the grass I sit.
Leaves shuffle down the street,
Mistaken for a persons feet
Blades twitch and ripple,
The black cat passes
A car crashes on the avenue
Here in the grass I sit.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry stuff.
PoetryJust my personal ramblings and stuff, I usually never share this stuff but I'm like 99% anon on here so why not? Most of it is just freeform and doesn't rhyme and pertains to my personal life, so yeah.
