she can turn roses into thorns,
or she can turn thorns into roses.
she can turn the blue skies to gray,
and never change it back.
and writers are over thinkers.
at 2 am, wasted or sober,
touched by the devil,
or kissed by an angel,
she'll be writing for you.
YOU ARE READING
sober // poetry
Poetrydrunk in love, sober i write poetries for you. - ©️ artist, line illustration
