Clouds poetry

If i don't return home

Burn my books for I have read

Every page and soak in every word

Like the old table cloth that drips leaking juice

That spilled on Sunday family dinners

My drafts of poetry published them for

I have finish but insecurities holded me back

My clothes give them away to a great commission

Take the best and give them away throw away the

Old and no good

Don't cry and don't weep

Don't stress yourself over me

To my little brother who I roasted and make

The most fun of with name calling

Know that your big sister loved you dearly

And covered you when you sleep

Like a baby like the favorite tapestry one

Always admire

To my sister who I would tell every thing to

My best friend my hanger

To my mother who I loved so much but never

Really said I loved you as much as my siblings

Do, something clogs my throat every time I think

Of that word but in this poem while I'm writing

I love you mother my world

I would tell you somethings but I zip my lips

Like a bag a purse who knows when to stay close

I'm sorry but some secrets you take to your

Grave even if it kills you

Let it kill you

To friends, friends I don't really have much

Maybe one or two or skip to four

I had a good time with you strangers in school

If I don't return home.

-ashes poetry
A/N so this is a little poem of if not returning home
Just a letter to the people that's close to you and me .
Xoxo take care of yourself.