so many love poems
buzzing within me
i forgot to compose one for myself
think i'll save the paper and make a
boat instead
sail off, honest blank slate
find a home in Ernest's lake
we're all so tired of
trying to be something
maybe trying was the mistake
YOU ARE READING
escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
