February 6, 2019

4MP

Posted in: Poetry

Let me run around
And laugh
And hold your hand
I’m a Big City Girl
The thought of tomorrow was too much
My heart is taking off
Do you still think I’m pretty?
With my dead bugs on the wall?
With your cross in my mouth?

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