the wind is chasing us, lets go
i screamed
but you didn't move
you've always loved to feel the wind.
feel it against your teeth,
your legs,
your face.
your hollowed-out bones decayed
with elation
as you were buried with an air of lace.
YOU ARE READING
Your Smile is Blurry
PoetrySome shitty poems that I write for fun :)) Enjoy (or don't I mean it doesn't really matter)