Time slips through my fingers and hits the cold glass floor and splits into a million tiny pieces.
I stepped on a shard and its sharp edges pierced the rubber sole in my shoe.
It's stuck there now.
It's weighing me down,
I can no longer move.
I'm stuck in time,
or maybe times stuck in me?
YOU ARE READING
cover-ups and migraines
Thơ Ca**** Started 24 March 2020 **** Random rants and poems I guarantee you need ;) °Someday we'll all be gone. So please don't bore me with you bullshit. >.<° I'd really appreciate if you read my book (^^) 🏳️🌈🌺🌸😊😘
