i hate how
when you left
my world stopped like clockwork,
but everyone else's kept on ticking.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.
clockwork
i hate how
when you left
my world stopped like clockwork,
but everyone else's kept on ticking.
-k.d.