I drew a fine line when I experienced the reds.
The lines that create the bridge are made out of red.
You colored me red.
I'm dead.
I learned to color you by the way.
Coloring you day by day.
Hey, I learned to color you by the way.
Coloring you all the way.
I broke you, broke the canvas.
Reds turn to brass to glass.
We're now gas.
What is us?
YOU ARE READING
I'm Fragile Enough
PoetryThese pieces are all inspired by my own experiences. The title reflects the fragility of life that I've come to understand through my journey. I hope that by sharing these personal reflections with you, you'll find moments of connection and insight...
