skin is no blank space
can't you see the marks,
the empty face?
still leaving a trace
breathing out
skin is like the moon
holes and stones all over me
feeling the rocks settling in my body
it makes the breathing harder
breathing in
rushing floods are
in between
drowning my pages in colour
every time I try to get rid of skin
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
it's her.
Puisiit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
