xviii. THANK YOU.
you taught me how to be the blooming
flowers surrounding an abandoned gas
station when all i had ever known was
the teaching of negligence when time
passes slowly and sinking into these
vacant concrete walls,
cradling the pieces of who i dreamed
to be and who i've become close to the
eyes you found hope in.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
