I Love Poetry
Four weeks
Beautiful, broken
Wild
Blue eyed boy
Since we spoke
Of things that
Hide
From the day
But still it came
Washing away
Our
2am half embrace
I
Hope
You're
Not ok
Beautiful, broken
Wild
Blue eyed boy
Since we spoke
Of things that
Hide
From the day
But still it came
Washing away
Our
2am half embrace
I
Hope
You're
Not ok