some days,
i want to go to the lake
to swim-
with all my clothes on
and heavy rocks
in my pockets
weighing me down.
some days,
i want to watch air bubbles
leave me
as i gasp for air while
the wet darkness
drags me under.
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the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
