the sun is shining
and i am lying on the trampoline.
i have a blunt colouring pencil in my hand
and i am scribbling away,
writing about princesses and witches.
four year old jemima,
so happy and content,
the world melting away around him.
that long gone trampoline
hot in the sun
is where my happiest memories are kept.
princess emerald is keeping them safe.
YOU ARE READING
where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.
Poetrywriting like i'm running out of time; like i need it to survive.
