I hear the calls on the street And feel defeat From that disgusting shout from behind That destroys the inside of my mind
By Jenisa de Castro6 years ago in Poets
a thousand tiny molecules accumulate watching waiting to see me bloom into a rose as red as the blood cells that heat more and more
At once, I thought I didn't know them. A stranger amongst a stranger crowd. I found myself a shy little fly amidst an array of lightning bugs.