he was either
flaunting his
frosty exterior
or extremely loving
in my dreams
in reality too
the days flash by
hazier with each
tik and tok
of the clock
on my wall
and i'm beginning to
lose count of
which memories are
real
and which ones were
fabricated
in my head
YOU ARE READING
mercury reaches its morning peak
Poetrylacrima. tw. highest rankings #1 in deeppoetry #1 in sadpoetry #1 in freeversepoetry #2 in blackpoet #2 in yapoetry #3 in prose #4 in spokenword third poetry collection (2023)
