I'm sorry you discarded me
while cradling like a baby,
or maybe
considering such,
even now that I've missed you as much
as the world's been unfair,
and there's stinging after every stare
into those blue eyes;
the mirrors of the tears I cry.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
