Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2023
Too personal. Rose
garden. Caged in the eyes of atrocity.
If I have a question, you have an answer.

Between wilting and a
kiss, I will choose death. You become
a bit of a sleeping philosopher.

Words will not ****.
A dream becomes a medusa. You
can start reading on the wall.
Written by
Satsih Verma
140
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems