There are so many things I have to say
But my body is a cage
I dropped them off along the way
And called myself a sage
I really wish I could have stayed
Or waited just a little while
But I'm frivolous
Ostentatious
Presumptuous
Sick
I'm going to be sick
YOU ARE READING
The Price of Cranberries
PoetryPersonal poetry journal. A book in the process of being written, full of poetry that I'd never officially add to any book other than this one.
