You're a part of me I can't find any tears in, like a safe room or childhood memories, full of strawberry fields, throwing peaches at the garden until it hit me in the head and I cried for the next 3 hours while eating it, — cardboard race cars that I could swear they were the best part of my life and oh how I didn't know I'd meet you; Dearly, lovingly, fearlessly, with words and without words, I know you'll be the best part of this screwed and chipped world cause you're the best part that keeps my childhood alive as well as my words.
I think you'll forever live in a part of my poems and quotes no matter if we no longer know of each other's tomorrow's.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
