Black nails
Chipped
Chipped just like
Your old Chevy truck.
The old dusky red
Truck.
Chipped just
Like your front door.
It's not like a chip
Dried paint.
Old dry paint.
Just like the dry
chipped paint on
the bench
That old chipped bench
our names craved
on the seat
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
