so sick of sulking,
in the corner,
waiting for a love,
that never seems to come.
because i'm so love sick,
dazing in the clouds,
sickly sweet
and rotting your teeth.
and with the clouds,
fogging my gaze,
i don't know how,
i'll pull myself through.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
