Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2012
my head is filled to the brim

with other **** i have to do

like job applications
going to class
reading ******* textbooks
dress rehearsals laundry
writing papers that won't make any sense
drinking too much coffee




when all i want to do
is lay shirtless on your floor with you

and write poetry about the palms of your hands
michelle reicks
Written by
michelle reicks
Please log in to view and add comments on poems