Poetry: Monday

I spill my guts

Plant my seeds

Nourish them till they bloom

Cherish them till they burst

Out of your stomach

In fields of white petals

All over my chest

As we lay there

You; pretty pink cloud

Me; wishing well running dry

I can’t help but wonder

If this was all worth it


Written by littleradrobin

This is my little place on the internet. My thoughts, feelings and experiences. This is me. No strings attached. Completely untethered.

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