digging
i'm trying to figure you out.
you work very hard to
keep your soul buried, but
don't worry, i'll let it be,
i don't need to see it, i just
need to see you bury it, i
need to see why you'd
kill it
that way.
you'll tell me. they all spill
when they're busy
digging
YOU ARE READING
until I'm empty: short poems
PuisiOriginal short poems. Just for fun, not to be taken too seriously. Criticism is welcome.
