by the door.
March 4, 2024
The boy’s still waiting by the door is this my cross or my own war? Our mother rests
The boy’s still waiting by the door is this my cross or my own war? Our mother rests
Rat-a-tat-tat, I’m back on track spiralling thoughts are coming back Starry-eyed dreams I’ve seen and done but still
A poem about how my infatuation with a girl gave me some sanity through school.
Is this what happens when the stars align? Green eyes that leave you lost in time. A gaze