knees on the cold floor.
tears falling from my cheeks.
the cheeks
you once owned.
YOU ARE READING
Process & Progress | bbchr.
PoetryThoughts. An expression of how I felt, how I bleed, and how I stood. To preserve memories. It's time to breathe. It's time to put these thoughts to rest. My Bible, this is a dedication to you. Thank you for everything. I'm ever grateful.
11.
knees on the cold floor.
tears falling from my cheeks.
the cheeks
you once owned.
