Writing is my passion.
what can I say when my words get bent out of shape? how can it be? when you no longer see what I see. behind my eyes I’m watching you move
By Erin Nicole6 years ago in Poets
so breathe in, and scream out into this orange dusk sky with me. we’ll conquer these clouds with our lungs out here in this vast, open field.
there were boys in the park eating fungus there were girls in the bathroom drinking pink champagne i don’t know, i don’t know where we were going