My heart bleeds pink,
As I watch the flowers die more each day.
Like me, like you.
Our roots cut.
Our cells breaking down and spitting out the leftovers,
As if we were last week’s pot roast.
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques