plant yourself in me and see the leaves grow out of every pore in my skin, so you'll be forced to water the garden you've left in me.
YOU ARE READING
baby blue
Poetryupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
planted,
plant yourself in me and see the leaves grow out of every pore in my skin, so you'll be forced to water the garden you've left in me.
