he was sunny
and pure of gold
while i reek
and fill
my heart
with coals.
to burn away
the sweet memories,
to burn away
the white little lies,
to burn away
the offerings he gave.
YOU ARE READING
inside
Poetryher train of thoughts that were secluded from the world and her boyfriend. [lowercase intended] [very, very short poems] [issue #1 of past year trilogy] [started: 22/7/2017] [end: ??/??/??] (reviewed by repulsify, in Majestic Awards account) ~~achie...
