told me to swirl, let the air circle my waist and mold my legs.
reach the ceiling, jump and
flex.
told him to slide on dust, extend his hands, my fingertips
grasp.
look into my pupils, watch the sunrise fall to
dusk.
told me to swirl, let the air circle my waist and mold my legs.
reach the ceiling, jump and
flex.
told him to slide on dust, extend his hands, my fingertips
grasp.
look into my pupils, watch the sunrise fall to
dusk.
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to...