the dirt under my nails doesn't wash away
it sits under their shelter, like a child under a dragons wing
part of me understands it
part of me wonders why I'm writing this poem
YOU ARE READING
all i have now
Poetry[poetry] all i have now is this pen, and this paper. and all i can do, is write.
xviii-literally two in the morning
the dirt under my nails doesn't wash away
it sits under their shelter, like a child under a dragons wing
part of me understands it
part of me wonders why I'm writing this poem
