little kids unnerve me.
i get it, they're cute,
but they're eerily honest.
they have these eyes that stare into you
like an x-ray
and they talk as if they know everything
(which they probably do).
they smile too wide to fit on a face
and scream so high
it could be whistle register for all i know.
little kids unnerve me.
YOU ARE READING
rain
Poetrypoems from dreams and nightmares flow from pen to page incredible rainbows of words painting pictures in my head they can make or break a story swirls of light and dark like fresh sweet air or suffocating fog how is it that pain can be so poetic?
