Stuck under something heavy.


Blue moon,
this face,
lost amid its journey.
There are sighs mixed in my paint.
Clever doesn’t live here anymore.

Those shades of grey
that knew me best.
Layer themselves randomly.
This heart needs closure
but my zipper is broken.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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