The onset of winter
and the peachiness of the sun
i kick the grass and come up with
moist feet stuck with dirt and snails.
In moments like now when I'm warm
away from the noise (or the noise away from me)
i forget about the loves that never existed
the ones I've made up
i smile and cross my arms.
On days like these
i worry I'll lose my loneliness
or however I cope with it
i can make myself warm and
rub my palms together.
I can also get cold and
stay that way
as they put a shroud over me.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
The onset of winter
and the peachiness of the sun
i kick the grass and come up with
moist feet stuck with dirt and snails.
In moments like now when I'm warm
away from the noise (or the noise away from me)
i forget about the loves that never existed
the ones I've made up
i smile and cross my arms.
On days like these
i worry I'll lose my loneliness
or however I cope with it
i can make myself warm and
rub my palms together.
I can also get cold and
stay that way
as they put a shroud over me.
