piece by piece
she f i x e d you.
'til rainbows drained
from her,
and
she was all blue.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you
Devoid
piece by piece
she f i x e d you.
'til rainbows drained
from her,
and
she was all blue.