you look angelic
standing in the sunlight, eyes flashing but
you're epileptic.
airsick but you're soaring
high.
brown paper bag lies on your thigh,
you been choking on clouds since you were five,
living the free life.
(time zones don't matter,
neither does turbulence
cause really;
does it hurt us?)
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
