I only have
a handful of words
and my bones are covered
in chipped paint
there's not much I can give you
except this bruised heart
held together by band-aids and cellar tape
but maybe
you will still be able
to see the beauty
beyond the brokenness
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
