no one tripped me on my way down
i just fell
head first
skull bursting and crashing open like the red sea
-y.s
YOU ARE READING
plastic flowers
Puisilife 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*
hurt me
no one tripped me on my way down
i just fell
head first
skull bursting and crashing open like the red sea
-y.s
