inject me with light
because water won't fight
leave me alone
while i sit and postpone
because life doesn't wait
and i can't paint
but maybe i'll be fine
if i convert my lemons into lime
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
