the goddamn pills, their stare so intent.
my will to push, it's strength to dust.
which game of tug-of-war is this?
because I'm dying on the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
