You're still on the rising,
The sun's so far from setting,
I have affections,
I'm uncomfortable with,
Errant thoughts,
Searching the surface,
I was meant to have ice,
To with, fill my cup,
But the kettle's on the stove now,
And I might just errupt.
YOU ARE READING
Reader's Notes
PoetryA growing collection of prose, old and new, from the teenage years: stories, passing thoughts, poetry. Mental imagery and dialogues straight from thoughts to text. Feel free to leave a comment with feedback or pointing out a small mistake somewhere...
