You are the fern that knows my name.
You know how to touch on the sounds,
and I watch you sit on each letter.
As they roll.
One by one off your tongue and,
Tap dance quickly across your lips.
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