the little girl
just could not sleep,
because her thoughts
were way too deep.
her mind had gone
out for a stroll,
and fallen down
the rabbit hole.
-k.d.
Being a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit. More
the little girl
just could not sleep,
because her thoughts
were way too deep.
her mind had gone
out for a stroll,
and fallen down
the rabbit hole.
-k.d.