ollie-kennedyWhisper

American

Sort

Sort

Untitledthere were times / when I / fell asleep beside

25

2.1k

Untitledwhen do they think of, / lying there, bequeath of me- / aslumber gentle genocide

21

830

I know the Redbird's Song.I don't know / why there is dusk to dawn, / grass on my lawn,

53

786

untitledthere's a certain ice / that runs through my veins / where darkness is a wallow

14

409

untitledevery time I think I might / you spin me 'round in lucidity. / though they tamper, what they tamper

12

376

Hello PoetryVoting