i don't want to be an empty vessel
that only pours out pure milk
when scrapping at the bottom of the cart for it
because there are so many good things happening
so many beautifully cast smiles
so many more sunrises that spill into my bedroom
like honey
so much love, that i never thought that i could have
-y.s
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plastic flowers
Poesialife 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*
