My poetry...
My poetry
my face
your face
just waiting for seconds in a tap
blue painting
My corner, your angle
fun for yourself
nostalgia is dead
inevitable again
direct mute face
from tear regrets
or chest tightness
Her face is paper thin
torn apart
bitches
Alert
and my flame lit a fire
Just burn me
burn!
to make my face touch the skin
my face
your face