i wasn't ready for you to go
my mother taught me all i know
bleeding eyes and crying skin
your eyes turned gray
my lips are in a dripping grin.
YOU ARE READING
if you say so
Poetrywe will see everything, but not everything will see us. alot of this stuff is made up on the spot. if it doesn't make sense, it isn't supposed to.
giver upper: part two
i wasn't ready for you to go
my mother taught me all i know
bleeding eyes and crying skin
your eyes turned gray
my lips are in a dripping grin.
