You were easy
In only the best way
All in Free Verse
Stories written in lines
With no words
Only lines
On her wrist
The Rain
They talk of many things
Rebirth of a soul
Resurrection of a life
Cleansing of a slate
I pay no mind to the medicinal illusions
I'm horrified at the allusions we ignore
RAw
How do I like it
Raw
No filter
The truth
The hurt
All of it
the sickness
You thought you were cold
it was just the flu
if it was me it would be pneumonia
I would stone ya