Poems from brynnmacd17
someone scream
when the night falls
for me
in the West
and for you In The East
at the moment we both blink
for when we rush
through our...
I whistle a tune
unbeknownst to all
subjugating aerodynamics
take flight in the V, they quack
no? I chose the letter G
I hum a melody...
treat me like Tuesday
even if it is dawn on Friday
ask me not of my spiders cushioned under skin
but of my beloved socks
not of my whys...