A headfull of thunderstorms
A mouthful of glass
A fistful of anger sends me
Sprawling on the grass
A sky full of scattered stars
As sirens gather near
Frostbitten fingertips
It's far too cold to hear
A scream, a cry, a broken reply,
A barely audible warning
What did he say? Who's there? It's fine.
I'll remember in the morning
YOU ARE READING
Paper girl
PoetryA collection of late night thoughts, from spills of emotion to 3am moods. Including childhood poems, Letters I never got to send, Lyrics I can't sing aloud, And miscellaneous quotes and fragments from yet to be published stories. Disclaimer: •chapt...
