it's not that my skin can't harden itself
it's that every time you speak
your voice sounds just like the one
in the back of my head
-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*
