plenty of fish
lurk the ocean
if you're the sea then the seabed burnsa kaleidoscope
mirrors my brain
you are still all i see when i only taste hazegrass on a field
no flower in any shade
could push you aside and take your placekisses from above
a million hey's
but i don't reply unless i see your facehere i am
halted and paused
turning into a grief-stricken lost cause
YOU ARE READING
tender heart
Poetrycompared to vomiting words, i think i'm spitting them this time. #2 - teenpoems