smile on her lips,
but just look into her eyes.
they aren't smiling.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.
smile
smile on her lips,
but just look into her eyes.
they aren't smiling.
-k.d.