Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2019
I'm sitting on top of a tree watching **** scrambling beneath me.
Feel the need to feel the wind rock me to sleep.
I should get a good comfortable bearable seat.
But until then I shall speak in silence and hope nature understands me.
Can't think of a title
Nellie 55
Written by
Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
58
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems