In my head, I walk around the city
to see the buildings cramping together in a weird intimacy
to see crowded streets marching swiftly
to see trees hugging kindly
Around Metaphors
I strip of myself loosely
I roam to see myself
to see if I finally became home for myself
to see what the city holds of me
and maybe I'll ask her if she can give me a little bit of her identity.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
