time was standing still
my breathing was coarse, hagged
and the snow falls wet on my shoulders
my heart is thawing, slowly decaying
but i will witness the sun rise
and feel warmth on my skin again
YOU ARE READING
vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
