By: Risinsun28~.

will I ?  I willingly thought

sought were the reasons in season


big girls dont cry

hurls through the melee

dawns sinking display, cheers

tossed to the sky, leave

me dry in the reading of fortune

tofu textured life bouncing

off the teeth of excitement

opposed to “poor me’s” and ask why

not i, give to get, relentless

suffering of notions, spin

in the spit digested in swirling

pits of society

give just to greet, meet

a new whim, him

her or them, matters

less than your leaves

piling, rotting in disarray

housing the homeless bugs on your grass

class, take a pass