Burnt Dandelions: poèmes, essais et nouvelles

Burnt Dandelions

I watch people too much and I give them more than I should even though I'm selfish.

It’s happening again The grounds stable But the worlds crashing through I’d like to think That in these moments

shes always been one to live in her own world one day the sun ran away

The corners of the room Connects me An abandoned complex Of spray painted skin With poems of

Maybe some people Just aren’t meant to be here In this world And when I die I will feel my whole soul