On the jagged edge of the broken precipice
Of some relationship
Some dream
You are sad
You want to end it
Take a look downwards
You see the end you envy
So close
Like a tree drooping with heavy fruit, branches, aroma, near your face
Now or fifty years
Do it
YOU ARE READING
Revèuse
Poetry"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.
