california
Everything is poetry and everything is hell.
To be ashamed is to give into
The gash the world has made inside of you.
We glisten in the sun and so do the waves.
Look at all the beautiful things.
Kiss me. We have nothing worse to do.
YOU ARE READING
songs we sang on sundays
Poetrya random collection of original poems by yours truly about love, depression, god, and all things teen angst. feel free to give critiques (kindly please). I haven't shared these with many people and I want to get better at this craft I love so dearly...
