"shely" poems
i retreat, retreat and retreat again,
to a point that i
am standing at the edge of the precipice now
and behind my back is
an ocean with deepness that i
could not reach unless i
am bones
but you are asking for more and i
have got no choice
but choose to jump
somewhere that i
don't want to belong
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC