even when you cry and cry
until your head gets dizzy
until your heart slips and falls from your sleeve
i was still love you
even when your writing becomes sloppy
and your head becomes increasingly heavy
i will still love you
-y.s
YOU ARE READING
plastic flowers
Poetrylife is never perfect. it's messy and even the most perfect people put on a face. just like plastic flowers, from afar i can look put together but up close i'm everything but. *a collection of poems*
