I ran and ran, but couldn’t catch him. He dwindled, his form growing smaller. Did he run from me because my fire and love were just too much? Or was it my B.O.? Was it too light or did it kill his nose? Next time, I’ll be faster than light.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I ran and ran, but couldn’t catch him. He dwindled, his form growing smaller. Did he run from me because my fire and love were just too much? Or was it my B.O.? Was it too light or did it kill his nose? Next time, I’ll be faster than light.